Hamster Blood
I have my sister's hamsters in my room whilst the German exchange student stays with us. They make noises in the middle of the night like far-away-but-creeping-closer thunder. Scrabbling against the food bowl. I imagine I can hear them put little bits of Hamster Muesli (I kid you not; that's the name on the plastic packet) into their little pouchy mouths. On their wheel at 3AM, I can always tell when it is just the one, when both are racing against each other, side by side, and when one is brutally flung from said wheel against the plastic wall with an almighty thud.
I have not been sleeping well, needless to say. There are the hamsters. And then there is my inner struggle. The bat-esque part of me wants to become a Nocturnal Creature, whereas the normal bit of me shrieks NOOO very very loudly. And makes me sleep in the middle of the day, crashing at 4PM only to wake at 6PM groggily. Something I have never been able to do before these past few weeks.
And then there are the exams. A bit like the far-away thunder, but closer. And more imminent. I am dreading the French Oral the most. I walk to and from college muttering French words to myself, about immigration in France, about smoking and its effects, about rights and responsibilities, etc. People are starting to think I am crazy. Half a wolf-whistle, I heard today coming from the joinery on my street, cut short by an exclamation of, "Haha, she's talking to herself!". My father arrived back from work or taxi-servicing earlier today, and asked my why I was sitting in a mess of sheets and annotations and highlighted words and biscuit wrappers, repeating the same line over and over again with emphasis on a different word everytime, a slight adjustment to pronunciation. I told him "it is because I DO NOT SOUND FRENCH ENOUGH!!", and he beat a hasty escape.
Oh my gosh. I have just witnessed a real live hamster fight. It reminded me slightly of when my sister and I were younger, and would pull hair out over 'borrowed' clothes. I must go and mop up the hamster blood.
I have not been sleeping well, needless to say. There are the hamsters. And then there is my inner struggle. The bat-esque part of me wants to become a Nocturnal Creature, whereas the normal bit of me shrieks NOOO very very loudly. And makes me sleep in the middle of the day, crashing at 4PM only to wake at 6PM groggily. Something I have never been able to do before these past few weeks.
And then there are the exams. A bit like the far-away thunder, but closer. And more imminent. I am dreading the French Oral the most. I walk to and from college muttering French words to myself, about immigration in France, about smoking and its effects, about rights and responsibilities, etc. People are starting to think I am crazy. Half a wolf-whistle, I heard today coming from the joinery on my street, cut short by an exclamation of, "Haha, she's talking to herself!". My father arrived back from work or taxi-servicing earlier today, and asked my why I was sitting in a mess of sheets and annotations and highlighted words and biscuit wrappers, repeating the same line over and over again with emphasis on a different word everytime, a slight adjustment to pronunciation. I told him "it is because I DO NOT SOUND FRENCH ENOUGH!!", and he beat a hasty escape.
Oh my gosh. I have just witnessed a real live hamster fight. It reminded me slightly of when my sister and I were younger, and would pull hair out over 'borrowed' clothes. I must go and mop up the hamster blood.
kiwiqueen - 24. Apr, 22:48