The Diary Of A Bloody Fresher.

Chapter Five: 'Get Out!'

'Etse! Etse!' Deb calls my name, well, to wake me up. But I'm unwilling to get up. I usually set five consecutive alarms with a five minute interval between each, from 5:30 to 6:00 am. Apparently, I've ignored all my alarms so far for someone to have to wake me up. I know why though, and I just don't want to leave this bed right now. I spent most of the night rolling in pain from my lower abdomen. Yeah, it's that time of the month. I could only sleep after taking a hot bowl of custard and pain killers.

'Etse!' Deb begins to shake me vigorously. Yeah, she can be really annoying when she's trying to wake you up. 'You have a class by seven. It's six thirty.'

'Babe, is it your class? Leave me abeg.'

I'm shocked I said that. I bet I'm not the only one who's shocked. I mean, its me, Etse, I never skip classes.

'Do you still have the cramps?' Dunni asks.

'She had cramps?' Mary asks.

'Yeah. Don't know how the noise she was making while walking around during the night didn't wake you guys up.'

'That's because I wasn't making noise, you just happen to be a light sleeper.' I shoot, half asleep, half awake.

'So how did you know she had cramps?' Tife asks.

'I asked why she was moving about. She said she was trying to make custard, and she had cramps.'

'So are you still feeling the cramps?' Rose asks.

'No, but I still want to sleep.'

Deb moves to my side and drags my blanket off.
'Get up!'
Okay, I really want to hit Deb on the head right now. But I get up anyway, I really have to get to class. I pick up my brushing cup which has my toothpaste and toothbrush in it from my table and stagger to the bathroom with sleepy eyes.

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All my classes for today are in the Faculty of Arts, and the second is right after the first. We're done with the first class, and waiting for the next lecturer to come in. Well, he's pretty late as it's fifteen minutes past eight already. I can bet Professor Daniels, the Philosophy 101 lecturer, isn't around because he's always punctual. It would be Mr Davids stepping in today again.

'Good morning.' Agnes, a course mate of mine, greets me as she slips into the seat by my left.

'Hey. Are you just coming?' I ask surprised, because that would mean she missed the first class.

'Yeah, don't mind me.'

I carry my bag from my lap and place it on the seat by my right, to avoid anyone from sitting there. I just love having enough space to myself in class, so I make sure I'm never choked up between two people. I usually go to class with Mary and Chioma but hardly ever sit with them. This is because they love to sit in front, but I'd rather find a row that's occupied by fewer people, which is usually at the back.

'Mama savage!' Someone shouts. I look up and it's Andrew and he's coming towards me and Agnes. Now, he's definitely referring to Agnes. Well, you know those kinds of people who are just like an embodiment of savagery, well, that's who Agnes was. On our class whatsapp group chat, she was ever ready to lash out at anyone at the slightest provocation. I personally didn't like that about her. In fact, I really don't like it in people. I mean, why do you have to be so mean with your choice of words? Well, it's not their fault, social media celebrates savagery. And I've got to admit, some ones you read on Nigerian Twitter are pretty funny. But then I don't think it should be a way of life for anyone. But unfortunately, people like Agnes just love being the celebrated savage. She obviously loved that some people feared to get in any form of confrontations with her. She was also usually at loggerheads with Andrew and his friends, and they were the other group of savages in the class.