A College Seeress' Diary

Mingle

Dear Jesus,

The ringing of my alarm did nothing to wake me. The sleep was too sweet to be drawn out from.

The cool morning dew that wafted in through the window and from beneath the door caressed my body and I turned to a more comfy angle, drawing my blanket closer to me.

Suddenly, I remembered with a startling jolt that I was now in McCheyenne and today was the beginning of our course registration.
I reluctantly willed my body out of the fluffy bed.

My roomie, Portia Gorge, was still asleep (Oh, by the way, I got to know her surname by peeking into one of the books she arranged on her desk. At that time, she went out to get something, so I took my chance. The girl didn't speak more than one sentence at a time. She was just behaving like one spoilt rich brat. Oopsie. Was that too harsh?)
Thankfully, she's not the kind of roommate that snores like a drunk giant.

My quiet time was soothing on my frayed nerves. Just unknotting all my worries before you, dumping all my anxieties and allowing the peace that comes with your presence to wash over me. Oh, how I love your presence! How I delight at thy word!

I prayed concerning my new life here on campus. I've heard all the stories of how this place is filled with unexplainable mysteries, which given my experiences with the unseen realm so far are most likely spiritually inclined. 
I've also heard tales of how many good girls and boys from home entered college only to turn to prodigal vagabonds. Seriously, I don't see how that's not going to be my case if you don't see me through this. So I prayed for you to help me. I prayed that you would see me through and make me to grown into a daughter that you would be proud of.

I also prayed for my friends, and my new roommate. I know she isn't that nice but there's a reason why you've brought us together. It wasn't a random accident. Maybe she's here to test my faith. Maybe she has personal problems. Maybe she's even here as a placebo effect lest I get infested with pride and lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of revelations. I don't know. But still I prayed. I prayed as you led me to.

Prayer is interesting because I can speak to you as friend with friend, unashamed. I'm sure you understood when I said she feels like she'll be a thorn in my flesh for a whole year. Jesus, you know I'm no Paul, only a girl still overwhelmed by the fact that I've stepped into a new level both spiritually and academically.

I stood out of my kneeling posture and went into the bathroom. I didn't spend up to ten minutes because the weather was still cold from the January receding harmattan haze.

The next headache was what to wear. As I was ransacking my newly organized wardrobe for something in vogue yet thick enough to cover my body, Portia stirred in her bed. After the usual girly drama of tossing and turning and mumbling, she did get up.

"Good morning, Portia," I greeted with a warm smile.

She yawned in reply, without even sparing me a glance (which I was partially grateful for because I found it a bit awkward that I'd be dressing up every single day for the next one year right in front of this girl who didn't like me).

Anyways, I had to go on with my day. After a quick light breakfast of cereal and creamy milk, I left my room and greeted the few new neighbours I saw outside. I headed for my department in the College Faculty of Health Sciences: Medicine and Surgery.
The school map on my e-portal was really helpful in getting me there. Instead of asking for directions like a lost puppy, that seemed like a mature and safer way. It was high time I started to get independent.

The place was a twenty-minute walk away from my hostel. I made a mental note to not slouch in my bed anymore.  I needed to ensure I made it in time for my lectures. Or maybe I should really discuss with my dad about that driving lessons. After all, I'm old enough. Or maybe I should just stick to the tricycles and coaster buses available for students in-campus transportation.