A Sunday at home
A full day at home is a rare occurrence now, and days. Just a year ago, it’s the only place I could be since we were all on lockdown. School is so demanding that studying from my bed hasn’t been a possibility most of the time. But today, I cooked some of my favourite foods for the week, and tackled a large chunck of my chemistry homework while helping other students with the math homework I had completed yesterday. It feels good to understand the notions thought in my classes. I mean it’s the purpose of school, but the rythm has been so hectic this semester that I far felt behind. Finally, I sense that I have a grasp of what I must do.
Like my previous posts, not much is happening in my life. Study, study, study. No great revelation from introspection, nore any noticeable events. A quiet day is a good day.
