Bethrand Chibuike @betty

I was determined to conquer the day's chores with a dedicated approach. I rolled out of bed, feeling eager to get a head start on my laundry and house cleaning. With a fresh cup of tea in hand, I set about gathering and sorting the pile of dirty laundry. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and I welcomed the early hour as an opportunity to make the most of my day.

I loaded up the washing basket, carefully adding detergent and setting to work
I swiftly moved through the rooms, picking up clutter, organizing stray items, and dusting surfaces. As the morning turned into afternoon, I was pleased with my progress. However, as the day progressed, I realized that time was slipping away from me.

After a moment of disbelief, I glanced outside and noticed the sun was already on its descent, casting a warm, golden glow throughout the house. I had underestimated the amount of time it would take to complete each chore, and it had quickly slipped into evening by the time I finished washing the plates, mopping the floors, and tidying up every corner of my home.

Despite the unexpected turn of events, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. My home was now tidy, my laundry was clean, and a wave of relief washed over me. I may have started early with the intention of finishing early, but the satisfaction of completing everything I had set out to do was worth the extra time and effort.

I can't believe I almost missed my exam today. The clock was ticking, and I was furiously flipping through extra slides, desperately trying to soak up every bit of information left. Little did I know, it was already 11 a.m. Just an hour left before the exam – panic started swirling in my mind. How could I let time slip away like that?

I bolted out of my bed and dashed to school, praying that I wouldn't be too late. As I rushed inside, my heart was pounding in my chest. I glanced at the clock, and to my relief, I was only a few minutes past 12 p.m. Thank goodness the class hadn't started. I swiftly took my seat and delved straight into the remaining slides.

In the solitude of the exam room, I feverishly began to craft my answers. The lecturer had emphasized the need for voluminous responses, calling for a deep understanding of the subject matter. I took this to heart and wrote earnestly, delving deep into every question. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't writing enough, that perhaps my efforts were coming up short.

After pouring out my thoughts onto the pages, I looked down at the clock. Time had slipped past me in a blur. Even after submitting my paper, I found myself grappling with self-doubt. What if I should have written more? What if I had missed out something crucial? The sinking feeling of uncertainty hung heavy over me.
But nonetheless, I wrote a lot.

The buzz of the clippers masked the other customers' conversation as I sat in the chair at the barbershop. I kept a close eye on the barber as he skillfully cut my long hair into a smooth, low cut while I observed in the mirror. I felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders with each pass of the clippers, both physically and metaphorically. It was a symbolic moment, letting go of the past to welcome the present.

I couldn't resist feeling the freshly cut hair with my hand while the barber was finishing up. At first, it felt weird since it was so unlike anything I was used to, but there was also a liberating quality about it. I felt a rush of confidence come over me as I paid the barber and ventured out onto the busy street. It seemed as though I had let go of previous uncertainties and fears along with my hair.

I couldn't help but notice the looks people gave me as I walked home. While some expressed astonishment and others curiosity, I maintained my composure and smiled slightly. It was wonderful to reject expectations and welcome change without hesitation. I felt like the finest version of myself, free from expectations and conventions from society, with every step.

When I opened the door after returning home, my living room's well-known sights and sounds welcomed me. However, there was a noticeable difference, like though energy was popping in the air. I couldn't help but smile when I saw myself in the corridor mirror. The individual gazing back at me was unfamiliar, but at the same time, incredibly recognizable. It was me, but a brave, fearless me willing to accept change and venture into what lay ahead. And even as I stood there, I knew that I was prepared to take on whatever lay ahead of me.

I woke up that sunny morning with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. My friend and I had just returned from a registration process that felt like a never-ending trek of 2,000 miles, even though we hadn't left the school campus.

As we stared at the long list of courses we needed to register for, my aching legs rebelled against the idea of traversing the vast campus to reach their respective faculties and centers. I saw my friend's determination to conquer the tasks at hand, but my energy levels were rapidly depleting. I hesitated, wondering if my legs could handle the exhausting series of journeys.

It was then that my friend saw my hesitation and offered words of encouragement and support. "We're in this together," they said, with a reassuring smile.

Buoyed by their confidence and support, I found the strength to press on. With my friend by my side, we ventured into the maze of campus buildings, racing against the clock to complete our registration tasks.

As we made our way from one faculty to the next, time seemed to warp around us. The seemingly endless distances melted away as we guided each other through the bustling corridors. My friend's unwavering support and our shared determination transformed a daunting experience into an adventure.

Before I knew it, we had accomplished our mission with time to spare.