It was Friday night again. I trotted into my room, exhausted from the night before's work, from the dawnie I attended in the morning, from the show I had just done at the radio station and from life in general. I know I am in university so that I can make a better life for myself, so that I can enable the life that I dream about every night but it doesn't hurt any less that I wake up in the morning and realise that I'm not quite living the dream yet. It's the wait that kills me and while I'll agree that there's no reason to rush into the world unprepared there's something alluring about diving into the unknown.
At university, all the students are working towards something, well, most of them anyway but I know quite a few people who have left their studies half way to pursue (successfully) their dreams and I am (not) ashamed to say that I envy them. I am here, at Rhodes, waiting for something exciting to happen to me, waking up everyday hoping that ''today is the day'' I meet someone, or win a scholarship somehow or even win that draw I entered on facebook for a new laptop but instead I wake up staring at the odd stain on my ceiling shaped like a cloud. I roll out of bed, open the curtains without giving my eyes time to adjust to the harsh glare of morning light, reach for my glasses and think about that which has to be done (but probably will not be done) that day..
