As I sat in class waiting for the
lecturer, I couldn’t help noticing the different personalities present in the
classroom; there were those who’s heads were buried in their books (Jackos),
Phone Freaks, others who were visible engaged with their mobile phones and
Gadgets, Also there were the silent ones who weren’t doing anything but kept
mute and then, there were those who wouldn’t keep silent for a second and kept
on polluting the environment with noise.
I was about putting myself into one of
those groups when the lecturer entered the class, As the class was Rowdy and
Noisy only a few noticed his presence in time, to avoid a very proportionate mixture
of karate, Boxing ,wrestling skills and curses he had directed at them, As soon
as the class had become quiet and everyone had been seated he released the
bomb; that my class had performed badly in the previous examination he had
coordinated, I could have sworn that I felt my heart skip a beat even though I
wasn’t scared or afraid.
The lecture finally began, the lecturer’s
tone and topic coupled with the fact that I hadn’t taken breakfast before
coming to class made the class very uninteresting and boring, I wondered why
boring lectures seem longer and interesting ones shorter, I however kept
praying for the lecture to end as The only Thing on My Mind Was Food It was
clear that I belonged to Husan (Hungry Student Association of Nigeria) at that
particular point in time.
Just as it had begun the lecture ended an
hour thirty minutes later, I was free to go, and I immediately rushed to the
canteen and helped myself to some solid food that I felt satiated the hunger
was gone and so was my membership at Husan (Hungry Student Association of
Nigeria).
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