S(he): "How's school?"
Me: "Pretty kewl, thanx."
S(he): "'r U sure, or U just don't wanna tell me? I kinda know what's up."
Me: "Huh?"
S(he): "U ain't gotta tell me, I know already."
Me: "Know what?"
S(he): "Never mind"
Me: "Aight, then. Later"
S(he): "Hey T, have U read the book?"
Me: "No, I haven't."
S(he): "U really should cuz it's the bomb!"
Me: "Ok, but I really have to go now"
S(he): "Yeah, run b'4 d food gets cold. While U're doing that, I'll be studying"
I really can't say it’s my fault fetching up in (h)is/er presence. It happened that S(he) chanced to be passing by when I came out of my apartment. So, here I go, randomly answering (h)is/er questions/concerns……..
Has S(he) forgotten that well accredited schools are cow colleges? What's the need if all S(he)'s being or was taught envelops everything but agriculture? Quite insane!
I'm not a bookworm nor a professor, so S(he) doesn't expect me to have read (h)is/er book nor consider my work to be a "publish or perish" kind.
Since (S)he likes being nosy, I suggest (S)he does me a favor and that's to count noses and tell me how many students like having their noses in a book. I bet you right after this, (S)he'll agree with me that there's plenty of truth in the cliche that some of the most respected people in the world today are Drop Outs.
But don't get me wrongly...
I understand life in all colors. I'm very aware of the realities of everyday life and not one who lives in an ivory tower. I know what struggle means as well as sacrifice. These two are like one's success neighbors but many a time one chooses to put one or both aside. We term it "short cut". I call it "a no-go-area". As at now, because of the latter, I'm twice into the former. Thus I'm learning from the University of Life.
The crux of the matter is a very close friend of mine. It will never leave me. I think it wants to make sure I'm done with the entire goings. You know the saying, "when the going gets tough, the tough (me) gets going". I'm almost through with that, though. It’s funny how it reminded me some couple of days ago that it's still polishing my chair and desk. How long will it take it to do that? I guess it just wants to make them the shiniest. Another interesting issue is the rumour I hear of wanting to surprise me by admitting me to one of its ivy league. Gosh! That would be nice but I won't find time to play soccer since I'll be hitting the books. Does that mean I won't be a player of a soccer club or league? I'll sought it out later with it.
I'm not surprised. I've been to school, now it is left for it to come to me. That being written, I know it's like teaching my grandmother to suck eggs. I agree it knows more than I do; nevertheless, it knows what I'm about: an eager beaver who's always known for his brilliancy; teachers' pet; etc... but as jotted earlier... until it finally comes to me, I'll continually be penned up to the school of hard knocks.
