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So i thoroughly observe the class and pick my seat behind the huge guy(believe me,he's huge compared to me) in the footer jersey...15 minutes into my sleep, i am rudely awoken by a commotion in the class...seems like someone picked the wrong seat to sleep in today...i watched in pity as he dragged himself(or was it the prof dragging him??? I'm not sure) over to the first bench...that is an advantage of being underweight...by now i had lost my sleep and the class was anyway over...so i tried to listen to the prof(stress on tried)...luckily for me,by the time i opened my book,the class was over...now came the hard part...i had cut one-fourth of this class by being late....but now i had to sit through a full hour of one of the most boring classes this semester....the very thought put me off to sleep again...that is until the junta of the next class came and kicked me out of the class....thoroughly dispirited,i walk over to my class...and sit in the second bench...if u think that i wanted to study,you are as wrong as u could be...u see,the prof likes to act the joker sometimes and there is lot of banging on the benches stuff going on the back...so the front rows are safest to sleep in this class...the class begins and as usual,pandemonium reigns...i think i may have been more irritated than even the prof at this,as i had slept very late watching movies and desperately wanted to sleep...somehow, i live through that one hour of utter despair and make it into the lunch break....feeling a bit better,i take my bag(why do i even bring it to class!!!)and hop on my cycle..ignoring the groans of my tyres,i pedal on towards my goal...the mess
the mess(hats off to the person who named it like that,cause it is a mess)....i leave my bag(and appetite) outside and slowly fill my plate with foreign objects....i find some of my friends chatting in the corner so i head over there...as i started to sort out the items in my plate,they started to discuss about their grades...needless to say,i was very quiet from then on(one should never talk with his mouth full)...when i felt that those guys would go on for ever,we are sprayed with curd...someone managed to knock over his plate so hard...that was the final straw for me....abandoning whatever is left on my plate,i make a run for it......
So i thoroughly observe the class and pick my seat behind the huge guy(believe me,he's huge compared to me) in the footer jersey...15 minutes into my sleep, i am rudely awoken by a commotion in the class...seems like someone picked the wrong seat to sleep in today...i watched in pity as he dragged himself(or was it the prof dragging him??? I'm not sure) over to the first bench...that is an advantage of being underweight...by now i had lost my sleep and the class was anyway over...so i tried to listen to the prof(stress on tried)...luckily for me,by the time i opened my book,the class was over...now came the hard part...i had cut one-fourth of this class by being late....but now i had to sit through a full hour of one of the most boring classes this semester....the very thought put me off to sleep again...that is until the junta of the next class came and kicked me out of the class....thoroughly dispirited,i walk over to my class...and sit in the second bench...if u think that i wanted to study,you are as wrong as u could be...u see,the prof likes to act the joker sometimes and there is lot of banging on the benches stuff going on the back...so the front rows are safest to sleep in this class...the class begins and as usual,pandemonium reigns...i think i may have been more irritated than even the prof at this,as i had slept very late watching movies and desperately wanted to sleep...somehow, i live through that one hour of utter despair and make it into the lunch break....feeling a bit better,i take my bag(why do i even bring it to class!!!)and hop on my cycle..ignoring the groans of my tyres,i pedal on towards my goal...the mess
the mess(hats off to the person who named it like that,cause it is a mess)....i leave my bag(and appetite) outside and slowly fill my plate with foreign objects....i find some of my friends chatting in the corner so i head over there...as i started to sort out the items in my plate,they started to discuss about their grades...needless to say,i was very quiet from then on(one should never talk with his mouth full)...when i felt that those guys would go on for ever,we are sprayed with curd...someone managed to knock over his plate so hard...that was the final straw for me....abandoning whatever is left on my plate,i make a run for it......
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5 comments:
dude, thanks for the insight into what happens on your part of the insty.. u dint mention ur sleepwalkings though!!
tht part comes in the afty na....have some patience...half of the day still left
oki.. waiting for th sequel!!
iit life described with finesse... i was the same in the 2nd sem(now i go to classes coz of the new rule)... just that i hate aoe... i HATE aoe!
well....ya....the new rule is the only reason there is anyone in our id and bt classes
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