Dear Diary,
Today was a journey. I walked the usual 10 minutes to university. Yep, the dorm is not in the university itself but just outside it, because why wouldn’t I want my dorm to be a scenic 10-minute walk away from academic stress? Anyway, I studied for an hour because, shocker, the study hall closes at 3:30 pm. I packed up, pretending I had a life, and left.
It was cold, though. Cold cold. 16°C, which I know sounds like a Tuesday in Siberia, but for me, it's the kind of weather that makes you question your life choices. Still, the fresh air was a nice change from my dorm.Being cooped up in my dorm for four days studying for finals was starting to feel like a prison sentence—minus the exercise yard and the chance of a breakout. The only thing keeping me sane was video calls with my parents. It was like I was in solitary confinement with only my phone as a lifeline.
So, I got to the café, My mom thought I'd be going to the closer one, but their Wi-Fi is like a sad, forgotten dream. So, off I went on a 30-minute trek to another café and thank god, there was only one table left. I took it like I was on the Hunger Games, and stayed for an hour, because why not? I didn’t want to go back and face the night, as if the darkness itself would suck me back into my miserable, Wi-Fi-less hole.
When I finally got back, my mom asked me to book my sister’s ticket because, surprise surprise, she changed her mind and wants to travel after all. She had originally claimed she’d be studying for the break (you know, that whole "I’m a med student" thing), but now? Now she’s ready to swap textbooks for a plane ticket.
So, I go ahead and book the ticket, but of course, the airline website has a meltdown. I get a payment confirmation, but no e-ticket. Because of course. I refresh my inbox like a maniac, praying for a miracle, but nope. I reach out to customer service through email, and I am waiting for their reply, and here we are: out $259. I know some might scoff at that amount, but for us, it’s like losing a winning lottery ticket. So now I’m spiraling into a pit of self-blame because, well, the Wi-Fi at my dorm sucks harder than a vacuum cleaner, and I should’ve known better than to trust it. But hey, I’ve booked flights before with this disaster of a connection.
But, just when I thought I’d spiral into an abyss of self-loathing, my best friend Janet called me at 12 am. We talked about a trip we took together and how much we both hated that professor. I mean, hated her. She was so self-conceited that she made a black hole of arrogance seem humble. We laughed about it until 4 am. It was like being drunk on memories, without the hangover. That’s what saved me today.