September 16, 2011 § 2 Comments
Every day I walk into class, I feel like I’m walking into a battlefield.
I come home exhausted, and almost immediately after my head hits the pillow, I sleep like an exhausted soldier. I used to need to bath first before touching my bed.
The good thing is that every day, I have something to laugh about. A student plucking his friend’s white hair during the lesson. Boys trying to act cool but fail miserably, in my eyes at least. Their honesty. I smile to myself on the bus ride home like a loon.