Monday

Woke up at 9, stocks, took hoya out. She’s more happy to go out now than the night. It’s a part of my morning routine now–hoya and I. It’s no beach walk, but it’s good enough. Then, I had some toast and biked to class. Faster than uber. And Toronto’s also getting warmer. The sun’s out more now. I’m happy. My class started at 11:10. I’m still not on time. But I hardly care. I just need to get there. Sometimes, I’m late by 20, sometimes 5. Today was 5. I’m counting down the numbers of classes. Today’s the fifth week. Not many more times that I’ll do this, and I still don’t do it well. I’m always late and I hardly listen. But this too will also be the last time, that I am not a good student. So the fact that it is the last few times is not a good excuse to suddenly be a good student. Whatever. Had to finish an assignment for another class during this class. Got off at 1pm, worked more on the assignment. Went to get a haircut at 2pm. He cut it too long. Too long. It won’t last me a month. Went to another class at 3. Then all the way till 9. From 3-5:30, I worked on my assignment, not listening to yet another class. I have a midterm essay due for this class, and I have not done any reading. Todays the 5th week. I’m fucked. Last class at 6pm. Boring ass class. Science fiction writing. Boring, boring. I didn’t listen again. Got home. K. cooked me dinner. It was very good. White people congee she called it. It is tortuous to just sit there and pretend that you care. I should leave next time.



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