Bab 58: Last Class

The afternoon classes after lunch weren't particularly difficult.

What they were, however, was exhausting. I had no energy left to focus on them, so my attention kept slipping like sand through my fingers.  

I wondered, was this how it was going to be until the end of the semester?

The timetable was different for each day of the week, but there was no doubt in my mind that Juliana had arranged my schedule with all the malice she could find in her heart.

I knew she had dumped all my difficult mandatory classes together at the start of each day to torment me.

I couldn't even blame her.

It was my fault.

I'd made the mistake of asking her to create my schedule despite being fully aware of how much she despised me. That one was on me.

Still, I endured. Somehow. I got through most of my classes.

Maybe, in a few weeks, I'd grow used to this exhausting time table. At least, that's what I told myself.