Hours spent trying to comprehend... to comprehend not to actually work. Hours planned,set apart for work but my body simply refuses. Not to be funny but to inform me of the over usage that I put it through on a daily basis only to result in less than average marks. Where do I find distinction again?
I mean yes it exists. I can point out how I feel at 7:30 when I wake up and compare it to 17:30 when I knock off. That's distinction. Head full of E=MC2,chemical calculations and reactions wondering when their relations with me will be a tad bit friendly because right now I'm mixed with fear or failing,incapability of understanding, lack of motivation to learn coupled with burdens of the people I left at home and the man I want to be.
I'm only 19 by the way. I came here to be somebody. I was told I could do it ... I just wasn't aware at what cost. They say triumph has a bitter sweet taste... success has an even better one,I mean I am acquiring immunity from perishing every time I swipe my card in and out of campus for lack of knowledge doesn't exist in my world. I have textbooks,bags under my eyes and empty wallets to show that...
But nobody warned me about the hiccups that come with understanding... there's just no water available to stop them.
Ayoola Mé
