The Diary Game: [27/05/2026] My Busy Day in School

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Greetings to you my wonderful people. I hope you all are having a good time, cus I'm pretty much okay over here. I want to share my experiences of today with you, how it started and how it ended.

‎Last night, while I was already preparing to sleep, my phone buzzed with a message from my supervisor. He instructed all his project students to meet him by exactly 8am the next morning which is today. The message sounded serious enough, though I didn't expect something like that. So from that time, I planned to wake up early and prepare myself properly. In my head I was thinking it's going to be a short meeting to know the progress on our different projects and probably review our writings, so I decided to set my alarm so I'd be able to get up on time.

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My alarm failed me completely. I don't even know if the fault was from me or from my phone. The next thing I knew, I woke up in panic. The kind that your heart immediately starts racing before your eyes even adjust properly. I checked the time and instantly jumped out of bed. At that moment, nothing was moving fast enough at all. Every single chore suddenly felt like a burden. Brushing, bathing, dressing up, arranging my books… everything became a race against time. ‎I rushed through the house trying to put myself together while silently blaming both my alarm and myself at the same time. I didn’t even bother eating before leaving because, there was no time, and I also thought it was just going to be a short meeting so there'll be no need stressing about food when I’d probably be back early enough.

‎I hurried to school and eventually arrived around fifteen minutes past 8. In a normal setting, fifteen minutes may not sound terrible, but to my supervisor it felt like I had arrived the next day. The atmosphere already looked tense when I got there. Our supervisor was visibly annoyed, and apparently not just with me, but with almost everybody because many students came late too. ‎Instead of attending to us, he decided to serve us a silent punishment. He left us there and went ahead to teach the 200 level students first while we waited. At that point, we all just stood there regretting every delay that happened that morning. Time kept moving, and the reality slowly started settling in that this was not going to be a quick meeting anymore.

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After his lecture, he finally came back to us. ‎The first thing he did was speak to us about how unserious we had been concerning our projects. Next thing, we were instructed to move to the greenhouse. At first, I genuinely thought maybe we were just going there for inspection or explanations. Little did I know we were about to become laborers for the day.

The greenhouse

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The greenhouse needed clearing before planting could begin, and so we became the workforce.
‎I wasn’t mentally or physically prepared for such work, and I didn’t even wear clothes for it. I stood there under the heat, looking at the amount of work ahead of us, and I knew the day was about to humble me physically cus I didn't even eat before leaving the house.
‎The work was rough and it stretched for hours. Sweating became normal, and even if you decide to rest, once you sat down, your body would refuse to cooperate again. Worst of all, the work consumed practically the entire day and cost us two classes that we were supposed to attend. That part pained me a lot cause I missed both attendance which sometimes serve as our CA, and the lectures. I just knew I had a lot of notes piled up for me.

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To make things even harder, we were only three guys among many girls, and the girls were not trying at all. Even the little tasks the girls could comfortably do somehow kept finding their way back to us. Anything slightly stressful immediately became “the guys should handle it". I was carrying, clearing, lifting, and dragging things continuously until I genuinely stopped to ask myself why God decided to make me male in the first place. I was exhausted, my clothes were soaked, and hunger was adding its own wicked contribution to the situation.

Drums to be trashed

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But eventually, after hours of work, we finally completed the clearing. We planted our soybean samples in different soil types, mainly ultisol and loamy soil, while applying different concentrations of nanoparticles for the experiment. Although we suffered, but watching everything finally come together after all the stress actually felt satisfying somehow.
‎Once everything ended, I carefully washed my hands and cleaned myself properly because of the soil and nanoparticles we handled during the planting process.

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One of my friends was waiting patiently for me while I was washing. He asked if I had eaten anything all day and I replied no. Immediately he suggested we go cook at his place. That invitation sounded like heaven itself and I hurried to accept before he changed his mind.
‎We got to his place and decided to prepare afang soup. Thankfully, he already had some ingredients available, so we only needed to buy a few extra things from the market.
‎After a while, the soup was done, and finally I sat down to enjoy one of the sweetest plates of afang soup I had tasted in a long time. Maybe it was because of the stress from the day, but that food felt deeply rewarding. Every ball of garri was more like recovery entering my body.

The Afang soup

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While we were eating and resting, my friend kept complaining about fever symptoms he had been experiencing earlier. Later on, a nurse came around to give him medication, and I assisted during the process.

My sick friend

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Not long after, I remembered I still had plenty of academic work waiting for me at home, especially the notes from the lectures I missed earlier. So before leaving, I borrowed his notes so I could copy and study later, then I headed home.
‎Immediately I got back, I rushed straight to shower because my body desperately needed it after the whole stressful day. After that, I settled down to study and complete the notes I missed from class. Later in the evening, I joined my mom in the kitchen to help prepare food for everyone at home.
‎Eventually, I had my dinner and finally allowed myself to rest properly.

Mom made my favorite

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Now that I think back on the entire day, I honestly don’t know how I survived all of it. But all the same, I don’t think I want to work that hard for school again.
‎Well who knows, I might end up doing even more another day. And somehow, I'll still survive it too.

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