Could Mum and Dad have chosen a worse time to get the windows installed? Seriously, I’m right in the middle of exam period, stressing my brains out because I’ve got mounds of papers to get through on top of my usual homework and the part time job. I don’t see why we needed to get the windows repaired anyway. I think my parents are just way too rigid about everything. I mean we got timber window repairs in Melbourne only a few years ago and now they’re getting them again, only this time they’ve opted for replacement aluminium windows because apparently they’re easier to clean. Like they need any more cleaning. Everything in this house shines so much it looks like a hospital. The floor is so clean you could eat off it and there is not a trace of dust in the air. If mum spots the tiniest fleck, she’ll drag out the vacuum cleaner, duster and mop from the cupboards and re-clean the whole house.
Since the window guys have been here hammering away, I cannot get any work done. Each hammer feels like a nail digging into my skull. I’m really struggling. I think I’m going to fail my exams. I mean, they’re engineering subjects, this is no walk in the park. It’s not like studying English literature or something easy like that where you’d be impervious to window repairs. Melbourne universities have a much more stringent grading system when it comes to mathematics and science subjects. That’s what my parents don’t seem to understand. If only I was getting tested on cleaning then I’d have all the answers but alas I’m studying a legitimate subject that’s going to get me a real job. It’s sad but true – I am going to fail my exams. I haven’t learnt a thing since this morning. I’m already running on empty with all this sleep deprivation.