It's like running a marathon. You start the journey with unwavering willpower, confidence and the fullest energy. And then when you're stuck somewhere in the middle, in this long, tiring, endless journey, you start to lose sight of your destination. But when you start to see that finishing line, a sudden burst of energy from nowhere just take you over; you just want to spring your legs and dart across that final stretch. The best part? You get to see who's truly there cheering you on at the finishing line. Sweet.
Once again the heavy downpour. Certainly the rhythmic sound of the rain, slapping against the floor, against the windows, have conjured images in our heads of the pleasant idea of sleeping, or reading with hot cocoa (but of course this wouldn't be possible due to fasting), or just snuggling up in bed. How nice. But here I am almost dressed and ready for school. I don't know why, but it has been quite some time since I felt like I've been in school, like proper school. Perhaps it's the three days mc I've got. But now, I feel like I'm energized despite fasting, all set and ready for school. The scent of cooking porridge and spaghetti made me all excited to get through 2 lectures, one meeting and a bus ride home back welcomed by the sumptuous breaking fast meal although I'd only be back by eight-ish. Today shall be the first in a long time I'd make an appearance in French class. It's been more than a week. Wish me luck that my temperature won't rise...
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