Part 2 – Inda: A Day in the Life
(Alarm goes off)
I open my eyes, get up, and sit on the bed. My eyes are barely open and I am hoping the cold air is going to wake me up.
“You can’t miss anatomy, Inda. I know you are thinking of it. You cannot. C’mon!”
Why does someone need to know me this well? I mean it is just anatomy and I have never missed it before. But… I could use my first missed day for an actual emergency. Isn’t this an emergency though, sleeping as much as possible?
“Inda, stop trying to justify your missed day. You need to start getting ready.”
“I know, I know, Hope.” (I groan). “Why do they make us study the most difficult subject this early, anyways?”
“Such is life, Inda!”
“Wait, what are you going to do?”
“Some Netflix… maybe yoga…”
“I hate you!”
“Don’t worry child, my suffering shall come!”
I finally opened my eyes. For some reason, I kind of like my face in the morning. It is fairly puffy, yet nice. Music, this is what is missing (I turn on my favorite song).
“Hey Hope, good morning by the way! How are you feeling today?”
“I don’t know… I think I need to stop ordering food at 3:00 in the morning. I keep waking up super bloated!”
“I feel you! My stomach is in the verge of starting a war with me. But we couldn’t finish that movie without pizza… I know you loved it!”
“Yeah yeah, but I still have to finish my essay for Kenton! I officially give up! I mean, how can I write a whole essay about a book called “Escaping Education”, if in essence I am going through education by writing this essay! Wow, I actually sounded like you.”
“I know, I should have recorded it (I laugh). You are very good with essays though, and if you’re stuck you can always ask for help!”
“Thanks! Anyways, aren’t you late for class?”
“Yep, I need to go! Love you!” (Door opens and closes quickly)
(I return to my dorm after a day of studying).
I enter the room to a Tanzanian love song. How do I know this? First, it is really soothing. Second, I can hear the ‘nakupenda’, which, as Hope told me, means ‘I love you’ in Swahili. And thirdly, Hope has her romantic face on. She is so romantic it makes me hate romance. I love how she can randomly imagine a wedding in its every detail, while I struggle to picture tomorrow.
Oh, she is writing. The essay is finally being written! Yes! Maybe I’ll make her some tea…
“Hellooooooo Hopeeeelllaa! How was your day?”
“Hmm, it’s been okay. Anatomy was pretty tough, and I studied for most of the day. How was your day?”
She looks at me and closes her laptop.
“I studied all day too!”
“So what I am hearing is: we both need a session of Netflix and food!”
“It’s okay! We will make sure to watch only one episode and be super productive afterwards… oh and we will pray to God for comfort of mind!”
Next thing I know, I find myself doing just that and being happy, and as I close my eyes… thousands of miles away from home… there is a girl just as far away from home as me on the other side of my room, and strangely enough, I am happy when she is happy.
“Good night Hope! I love you!
“Night Inda! God bless!”
Inda Piroli is a 3rd Year General Sciences Major from Albania