I KNOCK ONCE, TWICE… I KNOCK HARDER … NO RESPONSE. I BANG THE DOOR
WITH MY FOOT… STILL NO RESPONSE. I PLAY THE AFRICAN WAR SON ON HIS DOOR. WAS
#218 THE FORT OF KNOX OF ALAK, OR AM I NOT TRYING HARD?… I GIVE UP. THE DOOR
SUDDENLY OPENS. “OH TIM! WAKE ME UP AFTER 15 MINUTES.” IVIN TOO HAD OPTED B)
DOWN AT THE ENTRANCE (IT’S 8:10 NOW) MANY OF THE SO CALLED
‘VANDIERS’ PASS WITH THEIR FAITHFUL PILLION RIDERS TAGGING ALONG. I SEE ONE
POTENTIAL VANDIER AND LUCKILY FOR ME HE’S SINGLE.
ON THE WAY TO CLASS, I RECALL THE DAY TO BE FRIDAY. E IS THE FIRST
SLOT. THIS PROF, HE’S COME TO CLASS BEFORE ME, NEVER. LUCKILY TOADY WE BOTH
ENTER THE CLASS TOGETHER AT 8:15 AM. SETTLING DOWN I CRACK A FEW PJ’S TO MY
DESKY AND GUESS WHAT, THE FOOL ACTUALLY LAUGHS. I FELT PITY FOR HIS FUTURE
WIFE. I VISUALISE HER SITTING BY HIS SIDE, HE LAUGHING AWAY TO GLORY AND SHE
REGRETTING THE MOST IMPORTANT DECISION OF HER LIFE.
I OPENED THE NOVEL “TO LIVE YOUR LIFE” BY VICTOR ASTAFIEV. AFTER
GLANCING THROUGH THE FIRST PAGES I GAVE UP. READING THIS BOOK SEEMED TO ME LIKE
READING A BOOK ON GREEK PSYCHOLOGY IN THE MIDDLE OF A DISCOTHEQUE. HOW ON EARTH
DID I MANAGE TO PICK UP THAT BOOK? NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY Its COVER!
THE PROF SEEMED TO BE EXPLAINING
SOMETHING ABOUT A DRAFT TUBE, SOUNDS INTERESTING, (AS JUNTA ARE PAYING
ATTENTION). I TRY TO CONCENTRATE IN CLASS. I LOOK AT JUNTA… ARE THEY BULBING OR
DREAMING?
FINALLY I GET MY ANSWER, A GUY (THE
GUY) OPENS HIS MOUTH (NO RAISING HANDS)
AND BOOM…BOOM…BOOM, HE ASKS A ZILLION QUESTIONS. THE PROF HAS A PAINED
LOOK ON HIS FACE. I KNOW HE IS WISHING “OH NOT THIS MAD KID AGAIN.” FRIENDSHIP
PREVENTS ME FROM REVEALING HIS NAME. SEEING THIS ANOTHER RGEE STUD FIRES A FEW
MORE BOOM BOOMS AND I KNOW THE CHAIN REACTION IS OUT OF CONTROL. NOBODY HAS
UNDERSTOOD ANYTHING. THE BACKBENCHERS BECOME QUIET AFTER SOMETIME. CLOSE
ATTENTION REVEALS THAT SOME OF THEM ARE ACTUALLY CRASHING.
SOME OTHERS SERIOUSLY DISCUSSING THEIR DAILY FAMILY PROBLEMS, SOME SOLVING
PUZZLES AND OTHERS CRACKING PJs. THE WHOLE CLASS WAS ENJOYING, EXCEPT ME. I SAW
A FEW MORE POTENTIAL RIVALS TO ‘THE GUY’ WAITING FOR THEIR TURN TO ASK QUESTIONS. MY DESKY IS STILL LAUGHING AWAY AT THE PJs. I
ONCE AGAIN PITY HIS WIFE. I FINALLY DECIDE NOT TO WASTE MY TIME ANYMORE. I TELL
MY DESKY THAT IF HE EVER STOPPED LAUGHING, THEN WAKE ME WHEN THE PROF TOOK
ATTENDANCE.
“WHY” I SAY TO MYSELF “DIDN’T I CHOOSE OPYION A)
I CRASH ~~~~~~~ ………
(EVERYTHING IN THE ABOVE ARTICLE SHOULD BE TAKEN IN SPORTING SPIRIT. AFTER ALL, IT’S JUST TO MAKE YOU LAUGH! )
--TIM#232