Today was about as ordinary as a day in college can get. No big surprises, no major challenges—just a regular day of classes, studying, and trying to keep up with everything that needs to get done. Sometimes, these are the days I appreciate the most, even if they don’t come with the excitement or drama of something more extraordinary.
The day started off with my morning lecture, “Muggle Studies,” which is actually just a sociology class. The professor was as animated as ever, diving into today’s topic about social structures and how they shape behavior. It’s interesting, but not exactly groundbreaking. I found myself half-listening, half-doodling in my notebook, trying to stay focused but also letting my mind wander a bit. It’s hard not to daydream when you’re in a room full of people who, for all their differences, are just as caught up in the everyday as I am.
After that, I had a couple of hours to kill, so I headed to the library. It’s become my usual hangout between classes, a quiet place where I can get some work done or just relax. Today, I worked on an assignment for “History of Magic”—actually just a history class. It’s one of those subjects that feels more like reading a story than studying facts, which is probably why I enjoy it. I spent the time going through some old documents and trying to piece together the story of a past era. It’s not thrilling, but there’s something satisfying about slowly uncovering details and connecting the dots.
Lunch was the usual affair at the campus café—nothing special, just a sandwich and some coffee. I sat with a couple of friends, and we chatted about our classes, weekend plans, and the usual stuff. Nothing too deep, just the kind of casual conversation that makes the day go by a little easier. Sometimes I imagine us as Hogwarts students in the Great Hall, but instead of talking about Quidditch or new spells, we’re discussing deadlines and Netflix shows. Not quite as exciting, but it’s our reality.
The afternoon was more of the same. Another lecture, this time in “Herbology,” which is actually a botany class. We spent the session talking about plant life cycles, which was as thrilling as it sounds. I tried to stay engaged, but it was one of those times where I had to really push myself not to zone out. By the end of the class, I was more than ready to be done for the day.
Now that I’m back in my dorm, I’m just winding down. I’ve got a bit of homework to finish, but it’s nothing too demanding. I might spend the evening watching a movie or catching up on some reading—nothing heavy, just something to relax before bed. It’s been a quiet day, but sometimes those are the ones I need the most. No big highs or lows, just the steady rhythm of life moving forward.
As much as I sometimes wish for a bit more magic in my everyday routine, I’m also content with the normalcy of it all. There’s comfort in the familiar, in the little rituals that make up my day. Tomorrow will probably be more of the same, but that’s okay. Every now and then, a little bit of ordinary is just what I need.
