In the evening, I had an assignment to complete. I searched online, added the little knowledge I already had, and finally finished it. Yes! Done—I was good to go.
But right after that, I felt drained. I picked up my phone and played a few games to relax until my eyes couldn't stay open anymore and I drifted off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up, whispered a short prayer, and did a bit of reading before going back to bed. It was still too early, and I needed rest—especially since I had class and a big presentation the next day.
The following morning, I dressed formally for the presentation. I couldn't afford to let my group down. "We have to make it," I whispered to myself in front of the mirror. "And we usually do."
When I entered the class, I could feel the tension. Everyone looked prepared and serious. I spotted Jenny chatting with Debby, waved at them, and quietly found a seat near the middle row.
Then it began. The presentations rolled in, one group after the other. When it was our turn, we stood with confidence. And guess what? It went really well! My heart was full. I was proud of how we handled every part of it.
And haha—trust me—I made sure to ask every other group a question when they finished presenting. That's just how I am!
After everything wrapped up, we all headed to the school canteen to reward ourselves. We ordered waakye, but eiii, this town dier… the food was too small! Hunger still dey oo.
At the canteen, we were deep in conversation, laughing and chatting, when suddenly someone shouted, "Eiii!" The way we all turned and gave her a look, eh—you'd think she broke news about free food! The whole canteen burst into laughter. Moments like this make school stress a little lighter.
On our way back from campus, I walked with Jenny and Ella since we all lived in the same area. Along the way, we talked about our academic performance and how to improve. It was such a helpful conversation—real, honest, and encouraging. Not every day gossip; sometimes we grow. Soon, we branched off to our various hostels.
That evening, I studied a bit, then joined my Spanish online class. Afterwards, I watched TikTok for a while (just to ease my mind small), chatted with a few people, and checked our class platform to stay updated on announcements and group work.
The next morning, I got to class early and stepped aside to call my parents. We talked for a while—I told them how much I missed them and all the bla bla blah that comes with missing home, haha. Their voices gave me strength. It reminded me why I'm here, pushing through every long day.
When I went back, I sat quietly at the corner of the class. Just observing. Watching how things unfolded—from stress to academics, exams to results, class jokes to quiet crushes.
And suddenly, it hit me:
I'm already noticed.
Maybe not in the loudest way.
But I'm seen. I'm heard.
And I'm here.
One Sunday, I didn't go to church. I was just lying there, scrolling through my phone, when suddenly I received a call from one of my uncles. Within five minutes, they showed up with a surprise visit! I was shocked. My heart was beating fast, and I couldn't even express my feelings properly. I never expected it. I felt so happy, so loved. That day reminded me that I'm not alone—people really care about me, even when I don't see it.
After that visit, something changed inside me. I told myself, "Rachy, you have to sit up." I began taking my studies more seriously. Assignments, reading, group work—I started giving them my full attention. Because now I realized there are people out there cheering me on, hoping I'll make it. And if they believe in me, then I should believe in myself too.
Class these days has been full of vibes—especially with the two boys in our class always doing something funny. We really miss that energy when they're not around. The ladies too—hmm—they always bring their own version of drama and fun. As for learning, it's been going well. Every lecturer is showing up and actually teaching, which helps a lot.
But not every day is exciting. Sometimes class gets so boring that I start doing random things, like secretly chatting with Jenny just so we can laugh and stay awake. It's the little things that keep us going, honestly.
This quiz really mafia-ed me, errh. I didn't do well at all—ei! But what really happened? I studied, I prepared… so what went wrong? Hmmm. I don't even know. Next time, we move.
Honestly, I was sad. How could a quiz do me like that?
Fortunately, every Friday is my off day. Trust me—I make full use of it. Sleep becomes my best friend on Fridays. I rest, I reset, and I breathe.
Still, sometimes I find myself wondering: "Where exactly am I going with all this?" I feel like assessing myself—to check where I'm lacking, where I'm growing, and where I need to push harder.
I guess that's life. We constantly have to prepare ourselves, not just for exams, but for unexpected opportunities too.