This morning kicked off at half nine. I woke up, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. After that, I had breakfast, which was a bit unusual as it included meatballs. Then it hit me that I’d slept through a whole day. Today’s Sunday, but yesterday was Friday. I completely missed Saturday because I felt so rough that I decided to skip my only day off. The weather outside was cloudy and foggy. This morning, I managed to teach three classes. The good thing is I didn’t sleep through today since I had those classes lined up.

After the classes, I wanted to go to the swimming pool, but everything's closed on Sundays.

Instead of making my way to the swimming pool, I found myself diving into a sea of YouTube videos, losing track of time as I indulged in nostalgia with some old computer games. Inspired by my creativity, I embarked on an ambitious project to build a new house on Roblox, placing it right next to my Russian teacher's virtual abode. However, in a moment of frustration, I made a blunder that sent my entire project spiraling out of control. The mounting irritation pushed me to the brink, and ultimately, I decided to scrap a significant portion of my hard work. That was stupid.

So soon after that, I logged into my Italian class, and there’s my favourite teacher chatting away, even though we’re all just little boxes on the screen. He was really fighting to keep his eyes open while I droned on with my reading. I could practically hear his chair creaking as he slumped back, struggling to stay awake. It was a right comedy, really; I almost expected him to start snoring at any moment!

Once we wrapped up with Italian, I clicked over to Russian. In that class, we were meant to bash out a mini essay about friendship. The words were flowing, but honestly, the warmth of my room and the glow of the screen were making it hard to focus. I could feel the temptation of my comfy bed whispering sweet nothings in my ear, begging me to come and take a nap instead.

As I typed away, my mind started to wander. I found myself daydreaming about all the lovely moments with friends, like those lazy afternoons in the park, laughing until our sides hurt. But then reality hit, and I realised I was supposed to be writing about it! Before I knew it, my eyelids were getting heavier, and the sound of my keyboard faded into the background.

I leaned back in my chair, feeling the fatigue wash over me like a warm blanket, and before I could help it, I nodded off just as they were still chatting about friendship. Classic! I could almost hear my classmates’ voices drifting away, sounding like they were miles away, while I slipped into a blissful doze, dreaming of carefree days and good mates.