We're just kids

I’m sitting here, studying for my midterm and all that is going on in my head is the laundry that I have to do after. 

How are college kids expected to get good grades, cook their food, build models, update parents 5 times a day, clean the room and DO LAUNDRY. 

OH MY GOD how much I hate doing laundry.

Okay so this one time, I got back to my dorm at 8 pm, after starting my day at 8 am mind you, and I saw that pile of wretched clothes sitting in my unconventional laundry basket- looking at me with puppy eyes (Rarely am I ever fooled by it). I knew it was time and that my procrastination leads to the worst timings i.e. doing laundry before the day of my exam. I usually do not procrastinate that much (who am I kidding). The worst part is that there ain't no washing machines in my building??? I need to cross fiver rivers and two islands before reaching the laundry room( I left geography in 8th grade- I still know what an archipelago is though) and it was raining today. If you haven't experienced carrying your laundry in a purse type bag during the rain. You haven't experienced the struggle. So I came back and as tired as i was I ABSOLUTELY can't leave my clothes in that room for more than 1 and a half hour. I don't know what that room does, but it surely brings out the worst monsters in gtech kids. They fully throw away the clothes as the dryer hits the 59:59 mark. So coming back to my room, I thought why not change my sheets as well because sleeping in the same sheets for more than a week is just un hygienic. (My OCD comes out in the worst places) I climbed onto my 500 feet tall twin xl bed with an extra pair of sheets and started to undo the previous one.

Now, that isn't a problem. It is getting them on. Putting them on to the other side feels like travelling to Australia from India or rather walking to the gym from my dorm (33 minute walk). When I slid the bedsheet to the other side the right one tuck off and vice-versa. This happened for about um 526 times before I found myself laying on that 2 bedsheet bed staring at the wall blankly. This is the moment I was asking God why. I fully lay on my bed for a good twenty five minutes thinking about just this. Pls make putting twin xl sheets as easy as finding the force between two different springs at different positions of rest. Why can't there be a formula for everything. AAAAHHH. whatever.

The only reason why I got up was to tell my mom what just happened. Now you know how parents have that problem of 'why doesn't my kid living abroad call me enough?' it is the opposite for me. I call my parents up so much that they have started to put their phones on do not disturb JUST to avoid my calls. Every time I call them, they're like 'we just spoke an hour back' or 'now what?'. It's fine mom and dad you just don't get my struggle. You may have walked barefoot through deserts to reach school but I have also crossed rivers to do my laundry.