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It is my first day in engineering school, and walking in the campus was realle a huge amaze to me, seeing the new buildings and people I never saw before, I have couple of friends with me, but I haven’t seen on the first day, I looked my schedule up for lectures and classes, I entered (Hall A) in the new building, and looked around me, crowded with people, I was a freshman, and everybody looked at everybody else, the same question roaming everybody’s head, ” I missed breakfast for this??!”
My sever searches led me to an empty place, where i sat and the guy next me introduced himself, “I am H, what’s your name?”, we had a lil chat about the faculty, and what has he discovered till now in the campus, I was asking him about the schedule, When all of a sudden the door was struck and a hurried man entered and stood infront of the desk in the middle of a deck in the front of the hall , he welcomed us all in the first day, and said,” For all the freshmen, engineering is -as all ya know- interesting field, needs awake minds, and hearts full of love to the subject, and for me, I loved engineering from the day one, and all the things were to me a great amuse, but I insist to say, that ya should all study hard, and ya should give one fifty percent of your effort in the scientific research, and put all the time the subject need, and for all those who failed the last year, hard luck, but make sure next time it won’t be repeated, because this maybe your last chance to stay in this faculty.” He ended.
I looked at those guys who were standing in the back of the hall, looking at the Mathematics professor and raised their hands when he said “for those who failed!” I saw this disappointment in their eyes, and said I wish not to be one of those standing there!
The man gave us a brief introduction about calculus class this year, and continued saying,”Good luck, I wish ya have a good year with us, class dismissed.” I hurried to get out of the room, before the mob come out, or else I would have stayed my place or stood on rows that are coming out of the door, I was happy to see the blue sky again, after one hour and half, of continuous bullshit about mathematics, Not my favorite subject to be honest!
I then met Ali, a friend since high school days, he introduced me to a friend of his, “Mado!”, I shock his hand and walked with them, we headed to the conference hall, where the dean was establishing a meeting for all the freshmen to welcome them and tell them the rules and activities in the school – which was another 2 hours wasted of my time – as if I gave shit.
Yea, I had one more lecture in the end of the day that I skipped and went to play winning eleven with Ali and Mado, I went home and as usual, Mom asked the same question she asks every year, “How was your first day?”
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Daline Duke
Daline Duke,
Here I will give all what I got for ya, the readers I hope they will read, or wont read, I write because I am bored, or in the sake of saying what I hide inside of myself, which would cause me a high blood pressure if I released thro screaming and fighting.
Writing relaxes me, this was my discovery by the year 2005, my first poem, I was in school and had nothing to do, I was fascinated by all those rhymes, and at the end I am happy that I learned something good in school, maybe some self respect!
I found that the good are few, and the bad appears to be tasty most times, like those sweet mistakes we do, if they weren’t sweet we wouldn’t have done, don’t we?
I am fan of philosophy, some appear to be mad, but they are hell genius, and I feel this genius spirit in one of the most actors I appreciate -Anthony Hopkins- Great man from my point of view.
I used to have a dream of flying, and this dream vanished right away, when I wore my spectacles, yea, in feb. 2008, I remember this day when yar dreams crush to the ground and ya stand upon them whining for no reason.
They say smoking is unhealthy, but I found a great relief in smoking with all this smoke coming in and out, and breathing heavily letting this gray fluid entering yar dear lungs! – I said this to a friend when he asked me what does the smoke make ya feel like, and another guy who was sitting with us said, “it is cool!” this is whom I call lost in their life.
Yet, I met someone, who changed me deeply inside, I admire and cherish. I believe in change, and what change do to you, but to better not to worse, if ya know what is the difference, because, I dunno myself, I fall in this dilemma everytime.
Ending with my passion to art, and music, and all the things that ya have to experience, and all the dangerous and risky do, and good relations with people, and thinking differently, maybe someday, ya will turn to be successful, but more man.
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