Hey there,
So, I thought I'd share a glimpse into the saga that is my life here. Brace yourselves for the riveting narrative of a day that's as ordinary as it gets, yet somehow manages to be... well, unique. As I said in one of my my last posts, blending in is my professionalism.
It all begins with the subtle symphony of raindrops on my window, the kind that whispers tales of gloomy days ahead. Of course, this is nothern Europe, and the sky seems to have a subscription for a perpetual rain shower. My morning ritual? Dodging raindrops and strategically maneuvering my way to school without becoming a walking puddle.
Ah, my High School, where the hallways echo with the not-so-melodious notes of teen angst. Today's classes? A thrilling sequence of lectures featuring the riveting subjects of Biology and Trigonometry. Note the sarcasm. But hey, the day is brightened by the aroma of lunch packed from home and the sweet escape that is my paperback novel.
In the cafeteria, I find my silent corner, my sanctuary amidst the sea of chattering voices. You know, this school has this charming ability to make even the most mundane moments feel like they're part of a subdued indie film. Cue the melancholic soundtrack, please.
After surviving the academic ordeal, I often do different things. Hang out with a friend of mine, stay at the library, take the bus to the center of town with shops or something else. But today I went straight home to work on school to get back into it after Christmas break. I'm getting older and have to get better, I think. But honestly, can I take it all? This is probably just another New Year's resolution that ends within weeks.
Evenings here are a quiet affair. A rendezvous with my dad's dinner awaits, and the evening unfolds in the muted glow of the small-town streetlights. And then, like clockwork, I retreat to my room with the comfort of solitude and a good book, as the raindrops continue their nocturnal serenade.
And so concludes another day here – where the magic lies in the mundane, the ordinary acquires a peculiar charm, and every raindrop tells a story.
Till the next rainy day,
Lenna 📖🌧️
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