Weekly Diary : Week 22
03 November 2025 (Monday) to 09 November 2025 (Tuesday) : The Week I Forgot, But Somehow Remembered
I didn’t note down anything this week—not even a to-do list. I don’t remember what I did on most days, but a few things stayed with me. And now, I’m writing these missed blogs of Week 22 and Week 23 on 22 November 2025 (Saturday), while sitting in the college library.
Here’s what I do remember from this week—
03 November 2025 (Monday) was the first day of college after Diwali vacation. Thankfully, my periods happened during the break itself. From this day onwards, SEM VI officially started. Our schedule was from 7:45 am to 11:05 am—practicals from 7:45 to 10:00, then a 20-minute break, and then theory lecture.
I didn’t attend any of these. I woke up late, and Tissue wasn’t coming either, so instead of rushing, I simply went to college and walked straight to the library. After that… I don’t remember what else I did that day.
There were no online lectures this week either.
And about the plan I made for this week… I didn’t follow it at all. Not even a little. The plan was:
1) Write 6 pages in first-person POV — 2 pages per day, with a gap of three days.
2) Write 3 chapters daily of Rural Stethoscope — around 18 pages total.
3) Read 10 stories — 2 per day, to learn how others write.
But instead of all that, I ended up writing one short piece—around 6 pages—something like a mashup of my own dreams written in the first POV. I wrote it because I didn’t know what else to write for practice, and I thought, why not write the dreams that sometimes scare me?
So I wrote The Prisoner of My Own Dream.
I sent it to that Discord guy—Mister Stranger—for feedback, and surprisingly, he actually seemed to like it.
I don’t even know how to write about this whole feedback thing. I’ve been talking to him quite a bit since he agreed to help me, and sometimes I feel like I might be irritating him by talking too much. But he still gives honest feedback every time.
And I’ll admit it—I used AI (yes, ChatGPT) for writing because it was faster. But when I asked him what my writing style looked like, he replied: “AI type, I guess. Emotionless. Over-explaining. Spoon-feeding the reader.”
I appreciate his brutal honesty.
I wasn’t planning to write about our conversations, but I wanted to note down the things he points out—mistakes, writing tips, things to avoid. They’re actually helping me see where I stand.
And now that I look back…
I really don’t remember anything else from this entire week.
Such a bad memory I have.
