Some plague had hit the shores of my sunny little island. Somehow, by some unforseen reason, a flu bug is roaming the island and claiming many as its victims.

I happened to be one unfortunate soul of the batch, along with at least five other classmates and my lecturers, and a couple of others too. I passed it on to my buddy, and just today three more victims were down with sneezes.

What’s more, I have been assigned to be a leader of a group this week – THRICE.

I was chosen as the group leader of my DJ sub-group, conveniently grouped as all the girl members of the club. The feminine attendance is a small eight compared to the thirty-odd masculine members.

I was chosen as the group leader of my Debate module group. A presentation is due tomorrow and my throat’s nearly gone. What’s worse, I’m in a group of one girl and three boys and the three dudes assume that I have everything for the argument planned and thought out, so all they have to do is to follow my orders.

Even if it’s a members-bully-the-leader scenario, it benefits me to ‘use’ them in case my voice gives way, and I can monitor everything they’re putting up and saying and have greater control. It’s much better than sticking me with members who would put up a power struggle.

I was chosen as group member, for the last time, for a science presentation about vocal production and it’s due tomorrow. Thank goodness the group’s small, consisting of my buddy Kath, a dude called Raymond with a good head on his shoulders and me. We’re going to attempt a Magic School Bus © style ‘trip’ through the throat and vocal chords. I am going to be Miss Frizzle!

And it seems that I’m the only one who has finished both presentations, and my groups. Word has it that the others are stuck in power struggles or laziness, so they’re waiting for the worst. You wouldn’t catch me doing that though, savvy? I care for my marks too much.

My illness has been fluctuating like a mad ticker since the doctor’s Medical Cert. It was making me hack for an hour, not hack the next and return to my hacking spree the next. I hope it doesn’t go worse. My appetite went bust and had to eat a sugar toast (toast with butter and sugar) for dinner. Grandmother made it for me, with Grandfather’s butter! She really challenged the head of the house, but the dragon lady is never easily fazed.

All right, I have to knock out. Or else, tomorrow… well, I hope it doesn’t happen.