At 7 o’clock in the morning
the penetrating ring of the alarm throws me out of my bed in a state of shock.
7 o’clock, that’s the usual time for me to throw back my covers and crawl out
of bed in order to prepare for morning classes at the Department for
Translation Studies. I skip breakfast, on most days at least, and get on my
bike so as not to be late for my 8:15 class. I sit through several courses and
fight to stay awake through most of them. During my break I try to catch up on
some homework or go to Billa to fetch
a quick snack before my next class starts. I come home in the evening, exhausted
from a day spent studying.
As soon as I open the door, however, I feel the
exhaustion fade away, simply by looking at my flatmates, who are luckily also
my best friends. We often cook together in order to save money and time. While
eating, we catch up on the latest news in our lives, most of them directly
related to our university lives. At midnight I go to sleep, waiting for what is
going to happen the next day at ITAT.
