Good to see this month coming to an end being the first month of the year which always seems to be the longest and with no money, as most people seem not to plan the month ending up spending all their money during the festive period and December as a whole.
But on my part, the worst experience I had during January was something I will never wish for anymore and this is how it happened,
It was on the 15 day in January, and I woke up feeling groggy and exhausted. I had been up late the night before, trying to do justice to a particular course of which I was going to be having the test, and I hadn't gotten enough sleep.
Behold, as I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, I realized that I had forgotten to set my alarm. I was already running late for school, and I knew that my lecturer would not be happy if I was late again.
I quickly got dressed and rushed out the door, only to find that the taxi I booked hadn't arrived. I tried again and again, but it just wouldn't turn over. I was stuck, with no way to get to school.
I called one of my coursemates to explain the situation, but he was not sympathetic. He told me that I needed to find a way to get to school, or else I would be in trouble by not writing the test.
Feeling frustrated and defeated, I decided to try and take the bus. But when I got to the bus stop, I realized that I had left my wallet at home. I had no money for the bus fare, and I couldn't even buy a coffee to warm myself up.
It was still a heavy harmattan season and as I stood there, shivering in the cold, I couldn't help but feel like everything was going wrong. I had never had such a terrible day before, and it was only getting worse.
Finally, after what felt like hours, a kind stranger offered to pay for my bus fare. I was grateful, but I still felt miserable. When I finally arrived at school, I was late and frazzled, and the course lecturer and the supervisor were not pleased with me but allowed me to go and I wrote the little I could before the time elapsed.
The rest of the day was a blur of stress and frustration. I made mistake after mistake, and I couldn't seem to get anything right. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and defeated. As I crawled into bed that night, I couldn't help but think that this had been the worst day of my life. But I also knew that tomorrow was a new day and that things could only get better from here.
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