My Life in Monash SA 3: Terrible Night

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The day was not at all good for me.

Submitted: August 20, 2012

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The day was Wednesday, the 18th of August, the day I was to go shopping for my crib. I went with a Zimbabwean freshman I had met earlier who I'll refer to as Muka (not his real name), and a Zambian guy called Jones (not his real name). I had still not eaten, but the juice I drank that morning quelled my hunger for sometime. I knew it wouldn't be long before I grabbed someone to bite. The three of us went to Featherbrook shopping complex to purchase groceries and appliances. My grocery list did not leave my pocket, as I was marveled by the plethora of stuff and unnecessary delicacies that were calling to me to take them off the shelves and take them home. I tried to resist the urge to buy unnecessary goodies but alas, I was too weak. At the end of it all, my expenditure was twice the amount I budgeted. We spent almost an hour at the store, and then were finally through. Suddenly, I felt the prang of hunger once again. I started to feel a little dizzy as we walked back to school. Muka and Jones walked way ahead of me, and would slow down occasionally for me to catch up. I thought I would fall anytime soon, but a Jedi always survives. Throughout the day, all we talked about was the trip to Monte Casino which was to take place on Friday. Everyone was excited. That night, a terrible thing happened. My body wasn't used to the type of cold in SA, so it began to go through the process of adaptation. I went in my room, and just as I was about to go to bed, my left foot had a muscle pull (it felt like one, even though it might not have been one). The pain was excruciating! While gripping the foot, my right foot began to hurt as much as the left one also. I fell to the ground and began to crawl (you should have seen me. I looked like I had been stabbed in the legs and was crawling away from a killer). I reached for the vaseline on the table in my room, opened it and began to rub some on my feet. Although I wasn't sure if vaseline would have done anything to reduce the pain, I had to believe it would. After about 10 minutes, the pain disappeared and I went to sleep. The story continues...


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