On this overly delightful sunny day with a zero per cent chance of rain, I feel the breeze of the north easterly winds brush past and I am overcome with sense of euphoria.
The feeling quickly transports into despair as I realise while the sun is calling me “Liana! Liana! Come outside and play!” I must respond with a phrase I have uttered far too many times.
“No, I cannot, for you see I have to do my assignment”
The breeze comes to a halt as a scent of disappointment fills the room. It is as if to say the sun came out today especially for me (nothing to do with the earth rotating) and I have betrayed it.
All the sun has asked of me was to come visit the beach but the only thing I am
swimming drowning in is the bucketloads of work I am yet to complete. Instead of waves crashing down on me, it is deadlines and word limits. Instead of the salt from ocean, my tears are leaving a bitter taste. Instead of relaxing on the sand, I am lying on the floor asking if I have the will to go on. Instead of building sand castles, I am building paragraphs of business jargon. Instead of impressing attractive life guards, I am hoping to impress middle aged businessmen (and in a totally different manner). Instead of surfing through the sea, I am surfing the web in search of information I may never use again.
The sun says to me “How could you do this? How could you prioritise uni over this beautiful day?”
“Sun you have to understand, I have to do this work! I have no choice!” I respond.
But you see the sun attended university in the Whitlam era and it didn’t matter if it failed because tertiary education was free back then.
“As your punishment for betraying me, I will MAKE. IT. RAIN.”
And so, the weather for once my assignments are finally submitted, clouds, rain, and storms.