This is Me.

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November

I dragged my feet lazily across the hallway, opening my mouth a bit too wide as I yawned.

I bumped into someone, muttering a quick apology, I lazily shifted a bit.

I resisted the urge to wipe at my tired eyes, fearing I'd smudge my already hastily applied makeup.

I had donned my big hoodie this fine morning, more to avoid questions than for the weather. The weather wasn't making staying awake easy though

You know that line from that Meghan Trainor song?

But I'm hotter when my morning hair's a mess.

I took it to heart and looked homeless, barely managing to shower this morning after my little run, my Tuesday was not off to a good start.

Oh, yay.

Sighting Idara approaching me, I remembered I had to avoid him. Drawing my hood on further and sinking deeper into the soft fabric, I finally made it to my class. The bell rang and I turned just in time to catch Idara heading off to his own class.

Yes! at least he won't be able to see me till lunch.

My civic education teacher walked in, prompting me to bang my head on the table.

This was going to be a very long day.

My bang attracted me some attention, sliding into my seat sheepishly, I brought out my notes.

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"Relativity of human rights is concerned with relations between people and people."

"Fuck, fuck, shit," I cussed as I shaked my pen, which had decided to act up in the middle of dictation. Sighing in frustration, I threw the pen across the room, attracting attention once again. I side eyed them and proceeded to rummage through my school bag for an extra.

The rapid fire dictator didn't act like he saw me, but I knew very well he did.

"After the class, I'll be needing your notes. Failure to submit will attract a punishment from me next class," he said lazily.

Looking around I noticed I was the only one not writing.

Bitch, I know you talking bout me.

"Um, sir," I called out lowly, trying to raise up my hand.

The fucker ignored me, continuing, "Relativity of human rights is in fact the limitation of human rights."

As I realized that with each word he spoke, I fell further behind, I started looking for a pen. Or heck, even a pencil.

Trying to move round the class proved very tasking because this man was just everywhere.

Like, abeg. Sit down for God's sake.

And I was also trying to not be seen. I am not going to be the topic of the "a farmer doesn't go to farm without his hoe" lecture, I'll just hiss.

Realizing that in all of my SS3 class, none of my classmates thought it reasonable to carry a second pen or even a pencil with them, I sunk into my seat and proceeded to rest my head.

I know you're wondering, sleep with such a serious teacher? The man's own was for me to complete his note. He didn't really care what else happened. Call it irresponsible or whatever, but as long as he got paid.

A few minutes later and I was woken from my half sleep by the bumping of someone into me, apparently class was over and everyone was handing over their notes to our teacher.

I had long given up at this point, I'd just sleep through the rest of the day, after all. I have only four or five subjects.

As the last of my classmates finished up, the man's shout from the front of the class made my head jerk up.