Back To School

I hated that phrase back in High school. I hated the day before school most for many reasons but mainly because I would never finish my homework on time. So I would trans-night and burn the midnight oil writing notes and essays on the night before. I cannot remember ever having a full night's sleep the night before school in all my years. Opening day was just as bad if not worse because I'd enter class but alas! there was so much had not done. Things were thick! Sometimes I would vumilia to do what I could but there were some rough times when I had to visit the chapel to seek divine intervention and pray for a miracle because otherwise I would find myself in school on a Saturday(detention). The latter was a very tricky situation because I'd have to explain to my father why I did not finish work that I'd been given four weeks to finish. If I managed to toboa week one, I'd always promise to do my work on time but I never quite got round to doing that. Sometimes I think if I put as much effort in my studies as I  did during those few days, I'd have done much better in school. Anyway, hopefully I can find that motivation in Uni. So anyway, today was our first day of class or it was supposed to be. No first day could end without its ups and downs. Today I learned that keeping time is a foreign concept in public Uni. I did not get the memo thus I was on campus by 7.30 am. The lecturers were also on strike. If I were in High School, this would be cause for celebration. The Irony. How times change. Why am I unhappy? I'm looking at a good six years in Uni. I don't think I can make it to seven.They did not show up as promised last week. But luckily a really good teacher/lecturer showed up to save the day and teach us some basics. Anyway, hopefully there'll be a change tomorrow. Fingers Crossed.