I wake up at 6am, turn off my alarm clock and try finding a
little box with medicines I need to take. Found it, yay! I drink some water and
accidentally spill it on the bed, merde! I put the mug back and try falling
asleep again, which to be honest is not hard at all. I wake up two hours later,
finding it difficult to open my eyes and discovering that I’m going to miss my
bus. I dress in a hurry. There’s no time for breakfast but I can still put at
least some make-up on. The bag is already packed, that’s a good thing. I take
my phone, plug the headphones in and run to the bus stop. I have 5 more minutes
until the bus comes, a cigarette then. The bus arrives in the city centre. I
run to my classes just to discover that there’s no one there. Awesome. I wait
about 20 minutes. Still no one. I decide to go back to my uni halls, have some
breakfast and watch one of the many TV series I follow. After 20 minutes I get
there, have some breakfast, decaf coffee and afterwards another cigarette. I
hope the other class is going to take place according to the schedule. An hour
and a half later I get to the city centre. There’s still no one. I finally
decide to go to ‘l’acceuil’ to ask what’s going on. They say the tutor has
changed the room the day before and I have to go somewhere I have no idea how
to get to. Nice. I fucking love how this country is organised… I finally get
there and it occurs it’s a practical class, wtf… I’ve thought they only do the
boring theory here. The best is still ahead of me. After an hour I discover there’s
an exam… the next day. I have to sing, which I truly hate because I’m extremely
bad at it, and do some performance together with it. I panic. What the hell am I
going to sing? I finally find quite an easy song but there’s still the
performance left to do. ‘Je suis dans la merde’. Eventually I manage to think
of something but it’s far from my brightest ideas. I watch some other people’s
stuff. It’s good. Why didn’t I think of any of that? I go back to my little
piece. My brain is going to explode from that much thinking. We finally finish
at 6 pm. I’m tired and the only thing I can think of now is sleep. I get home,
eat some ‘petit beurre’ and fall asleep. I wake up at midnight. Fuck, I still
have to think of some ideas for the exam. I ask a friend for some help and walk
her through my ideas and my plan. I go to sleep again, only to find myself
experiencing a sleep paralysis. I wake up terrified. What the hell is wrong
with me? Somehow I manage to fall asleep again. I get up few hours later, drink
my decaf coffee and prepare for the class. As I soon discover the 3 hours break
has been replaced with an hour one and we’re having another class straight
after the exam. Exactly what I needed. I
pass the exam despite being completely ignored by the tutor. Saying ‘It looks
nice’ isn’t really helping, you know? It’s not like I don’t have a clue what
theatre is, but apparently the Erasmus students are not even worth trying to be
cared for. Thanks very much for being so supportive. I talk to the other
students; I smoke, and talk again. It’s nice to finally connect at least a bit with
them. I go to the other class and try not to fall asleep as it’s boring as
hell. I go home and fall asleep immediately. I wake up and eat something as I
need to be careful with my eating habits. I check Facebook and some other silly
stuff in the Internet. I fall asleep only to meet my sleep paralysis friend
again. I wake up wet and scared as hell. It really is far from funny. I try
going back to sleep but I can’t, I’m too terrified of this thing happening
again. Finally I manage to do so but it’s not enough to finish my translation
homework and go to the classes. I wake up at 6am to take my medicine and fall
asleep again. It’s 1 o’clock. I’m still feeling tired. I go back to sleep and
find myself waking up in the evening. It’s like the last three days have been
taken out from the calendar without me even noticing that… Can I go back to
sleep again though? Spring hasn’t arrived yet so I can still enjoy my winter
sleep ;)
