Words pass by and I can’t focus. The instructor keeps explaining monetary systems and crisis, can’t remember why on earth I signed up for this course…
A tumbling figure steps into my studio, is my child who decided to have a sleepover on the corner of my studio, “I can’t sleep mummy, do you mind?”
Her snoring resonates loud and clear, I pump up the volume of my computer to listen to the instructor.
Midterms are torture, anyway.
Back to studying.