Evaline:
As soon as Monday rolled around, the rhythm of my days changed.
The quiet mornings and lazy evenings from the past weeks were gone. Now, everything was a blur of books, lectures, and the sharp scratch of my pen against paper or my fingers over keyboard.
The teachers had officially dropped the "gentle reminders" and replaced them with piles of assignments, extra practice sessions, and pointed mentions of the upcoming exams.
It felt like they were suddenly in a hurry to cram every piece of knowledge possible into our already crowded brains.
My alarm went off at six every morning without mercy. I would drag myself out of bed, rub the sleep from my eyes, and spend the first two hours doing my morning stretches and exercises before getting ready. Breakfast was quick but filling. And by nine, classes began, and from then until three-thirty in the afternoon, we barely had time to breathe.
