I have never really considered myself an interesting person, though my friends and close pals might think otherwise, I know it goes beyond what they see. I’d rather not do the talking, and let my diary convince you about this fact, so here goes;
Today was so hectic. I finally settled into my apartment as a student. I know I should be happy, but at this moment, I feel indifferent. I met a couple of my secondary school mates, and it felt awkward. Thank God I opted for an apartment outside the school, If not, I might have felt worse. I really like my space, I also like the idea of documenting my thoughts at the end of each day, and staying in a shared space, hmm…I’m not so sure I won’t get mocked. Anyways, I’m super tired and my eyes feel heavy. Hopefully, the next five years would be the best of my already boring life. xoxo
Sunday 17th, 2014:
As much as I’d like to say I’m getting a hang of school…I’m not! and it’s freaking me out! There are so many things to catch up with, and Lagos is the worst place to remain sane. Ok. I’ll try to stay calm. I promised to put down my thoughts every night, but in three days, I haven’t even had time for myself. Its been from one registration point to another, and I’m totally exhausted to say the least. I wish I had a boyfriend though, there’s no one to vent all this excess anger on, and I’m very pissed. Whoever said University life was fun? I don’t know what this is, but I’m not sure I can last here for too long! I want to go home!!!!!!!! xoxo
Monday 18th, 2014:
Hey diary, (that’s so cliche, but I feel so vulnerable right now, so please allow me)I shed my first ‘uni tears’ today. I didn’t expect it this soon though. The worst part is I had to rush to the restroom to cry!!! How humiliating. I know Its no one’s fault that I have no friends yet, but please give me a break! I’m just 3 days old in this school!
I got to my first lecture late, and it seemed like the party was almost over. I mean, all my coursemates had already settled in and were taking notes, while I briskly walked in. Rather than let me pass, the lecturer, (Who I heard them call “Mr. Samba”) stopped me and told me to approach the front of the class, where he stood.
As I coyly walked past, I remembered I had worn my favorite chiffon blouse with the vertical net design placed slightly above my cleavage area, and the bad news was I hadn’t worn a camisole either! I had forgotten to wear one, and since I wasn’t aware of my undignifying coronation in front of the class, I decided to go with the flow, since I had already left my apartment. You know this is an issue for me because I’m busty!
I had a gut feeling that was what attracted Mr. Samba. As I drew closer, he let on a sheepish smile, and I knew I was in a bit of a mess. He told me to face the class, and introduce myself, adding that my mates had already done so.
I muttered something past my breath, and the whole class went silent. My heart was pounding. What else should I say? Mr. Samba simply looked at me and said; “You’re too shy, you can’t even say your name, anyway, there is a spot for you besides that guy with glasses. He is just like you. He is your new boyfriend. If either of you misses my class, there would be serious consequences, and you MUST always sit together during my class.
I glanced over at the guy he paired me with, and when the guy noticed I looked in his direction, he smiled at me, that was when I realized his front teeth were missing. I wanted the ground to swallow me. Immediately after the class, I had to rush to the toilet to cry…
Jenny Soul is a passionate relationships expert, dating counselor and sales coach. She is also a songwriter, performer and mum. When she is not writing, she engages in counselling sessions and motivational speeches to young people.