Reading andromacha's journal

6:45 my alarm on the bedside table starts ringing, and I wake up from a nice dream I was having... I know I have to wake up, and get ready to catch a darn tram, and head to my philosophy class at 8:00

Why do I have to do all this? Why in the world do I have to get up so early to get do a useless class taught by a drunk and smoke addicted professor? These are the questions which first come to my mind in the morning every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.

Though, I always resolve to get up and get dress. My good will always win and convinces me to do that.

So I thought it was just a normal day... a day like yesterday: I would have gotten there, took a seat for me and kept another one for my friend, and listen to that crazy man's lecture.

It is 8 o'clock, and I am waiting for the gates to be opened. I climb the stairs to the class, just to find out that the professor is not there! The class is canceled out!! Why the heck didn't he tell us yesterday that he was going to a congress today? Why in the world?!

So, my next class is at 12:00. The only logical thing was to get my robes, and head back home. I was dreaming of getting back in my warm bed, and sleep a little more, but now that I am here, I don't feel sleepy anymore, and I know I should start studying for my exams.

If only I had that man here in front of me... I don't know if any of you has ever felt like this before, but I don't wish it to anyone!!

Oh heck!! This is another perfect day!!!

Un bacio è un'apostrofo rosa scritto tra le parole "ti amo".