3 hours of basketball tends to give one's brain a chance to rest. After an interesting week, three hours of basketball seemed to be the remedy to a balanced life. It must be then that I had an excellent week. I opened my eyes today, thankful that that was the one thing I was able to do. Last night during my dreams I clearly remember trying to move and dragging my right foot over the left one while breathing heavily and moaning. I usually end up in pain after playing basketball (you know, heart's bigger than the mind) but it was never anything quite like this. My back felt like it was locked up and my right knee was just plain hurting. I don't think a word exists for what I felt. But I woke up in good mental health.
On Wednesday I went to sleep at 3 am because I was watching Keenan and Kel (Orange Soda!!!) I officially hate Daylight Saving Time, all the shows are pushed back one hour. Four hours later, I rushed out of bed to bathe and get ready for my 8 am class. After skipping breakfast, because I had to leave in 10 minutes, pack my bag and brush my teeth, I rushed for my flask, sitting lone on the counter. The day went on, class, (hunger), class, (starvation), class, (now about to die). As I lay dying, outside of class, I took out my fork, unwrapped it and made myself mentally prepared. There's a quote saying, "True poverty is not having anything. True poverty is not having anything and not knowing if it will get better. True poverty is having no hope." Well I was dirt poor. The flask was strangely warm when I touched it, 5 hours later, but you know what they say, a hungry man is a man who does not have food. I opened the flask, with great expectancy; a smile painted across my face as I anticipated relief...ok let's try that again...I opened the flask with great expectancy and a smile painted across my face as I anticipated relief...flask open, where's the relief. WHERE'S MY LUNCH?!?!
I sat on the bench by myself, staring into this pond of steaming water. I didn't know what to think. It just added to an already sky diving without a parachute day. I thought, "Maybe I should go buy some Ramin, shake it up and eat it." But that wouldn't make a good story, would it? Plus I had no money. But what's worse is that I had no wallet.
As my already avalanching day continued to be buried under the tragic events, I decided to call mummy (with the phone with no money). I explained the situation and she said to call daddy. Well I also explained that I don't have money on my phone. A few moments later, daddy called me while I was dragging myself, my pride and my flask full of hot water around campus. I followed these instructions to the famous 218 - my life saver - where I was greeted by these warm (no pun intended), welcoming words, "How's your hot water Mr. King?" In love, I answered, since you shouldn't bit the hand that feeds you. I ate and went back to school, while news about this spread across the world like disturbed ants.
My life never seems to be devoid of interesting events. Maybe I should write a book about my life - I'd call it "A Book About My Life". On Wednesday, I learnt a new fill and on Tuesday I had a blast but that's classified information. I found out today that there are, in fact, 3 more weeks of school and not 2 as I hoped. To all who are doing exams I pray that you get through them in your right mind. For those who aren't doing exams, I pray you get through life in your right mind. Until next time, see you when I see you.
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