Describe a day in the life of a student

Water was gushing down the channel; the river was grinding its teeth. The birds were chirping. A low resonating growl could be heard from under the canopy of the forest below. The slowly drying dew drops gleamed in the sunshine. A rainbow stretched across the mouth of the valley. The smell of rain saturated the air, my arms felt sticky in the humid atmosphere. I could hear faintly; my name being called. I opened my eyes.

My mother was standing beside the bed, in fighting stance – armed with a bucket of water. It was already half past six! I rolled quickly out and rushed into the shower. The hot water soothed my worn body. Three of sleep just wasn’t enough. My watch beeped twice. It was seven. I darted into the kitchen and emptied a bowl of cereal. I boarded the auto to the bus stop. The morning cold breezed past my face, leaving my hair on end. Forty minutes and three chess games later, we were at school.

The classes started. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was in the middle of the city, dust clouds swirled around me. The rhythmic sound of horse hooves clopping extended across the vast emptiness around me. There was a city, but it had no life. I felt a pat on my back.

It was lunchtime now. Boxes clicked open. The spicy smell of curries wafted into the room. I poured the oil layered gravy onto the rice. I took a bite out of it. There was just enough crispiness in the bread to balance out the richness of the gravy. As I bit into the soft meat, the sweetness of the coconut in the curry slowly enveloped my palate. An identifiable hotness started to build up in the back of my mouth. As the bread scratched it way down my throat, the hotness slowly built up towards my tongue. A bead of sweat ran down my temple. My eyes began to water. My vision started becoming blurry as I started feeling lightheaded. I ran over to the sink and stuck my face under running cold water.

I had more classes. I was on the beach. The sounds of waves crashing were briefly interrupted by the high-pitched squeal of dolphins. My feet sank into the sand, periodically being swept over by water. As I was swimming, my skin burned lightly, but I couldn’t open my eyes – the water contained large amounts of salt. The occasional taste of the water I got when I opened my mouth wasn’t pleasant. The sun was setting on the horizon, the now cool breeze chafed my sunburnt skin. I lay down, opened my book, and fell