A WEEK LATER, STILL HOT NEWS

I got back to the hall this evening, and saw a poster at the entrance, confirming a rumor I‘d heard earlier. There was definitely something wrong with this campus. Adriel, do you know that the students are still talking about the rescue of last week? There was even a rumor of a $1000 reward for the life guard that saved those kids. Now what I do not understand is why the press would think I would bite something like that. What use would the fame do me anyway? Would it help me to find the missing results that I still had pending on my head? Would it solve the case of my not having to retake those courses? If it would you know I would be the first to contact them. But the lecturers involved are terrible people: one is a goblin – like lecher and the other is a frustrated tyrant that really despises any student in my department. He doesn’t need a reason – just being a student from Computer Science department is good enough for him. I had already lost hope of finding those missing results.
Adriel, I have news for you – that young handsome guy that is supposed to be my boyfriend showed up on Friday. And guess what? He had practically no reason for the three month silence. Nothing at all. A part of me was not surprised. By the time he was leaving, I had shut down my heart completely – it was on stand by before. And to think I was worried sick all that time, thinking that he might have been in an accident on his way to see me or something.
Well, he’s history! I sent him a mail calling the relationship quits on Tuesday. He replied, asking me what was going on, but I insisted that I preferred us being just friends. I broke up with him before he broke my heart completely. Of course he was cheating – how else can you describe a situation where you didn’t feel the need to see, call or reply your girlfriend’s mails for three months? There was always another woman involved believe me.

Well, now that he’s gone, I think I need to reassess what I really want in a guy. Because, between you and me, I know deep down that I was not physically attracted to him – I could not even kiss him on the cheek! Now I was either extremely shy or just not feeling that part of it. Anyway, that is something to think about another day. This evening I have to find a way to avoid Ijeoma’s still – standing invitation to her …er…..father’s friend’s party on the island. She’s a nice girl, but all the other roommates call her an Aristo chick* behind her back, something I do not like to be part of, which is another reason for not staying in the room as much as possible. Ok, let me give you a brief intro into what life on campus is like.
Not everyone stays on campus to be closer to the school. Campus is like a market place: people are there to purchase or sell different things, some are there to catch all the excitement they possibly can, by going to parties and keeping late nights, something they would never enjoy if they were at home. Some, like me, need extra time to read, and study, and therefore require the extra hours that others that have to go home every day would normally spend on that journey. Some are not even students. How come? You ask, Well the system is porous, and the campus has a reputation of harboring lovely ladies that are willing to help you have a good time – for a price of course.
The best thing to do is mind your business and concentrate on the primary reason you are there in the first place – what ever it is. Since mine is to read and excel, I try to focus on that, and ignore the lures of others.
My roommates are all a mixture of these kinds. Ijeoma is a good –time girl, and she keeps thinking she is doing me a favor by inviting me out to be with her…er…’older’ friends. I do not see things in that light, but how do I put it delicately without being even worse than the other hypocrites in the room, who abuse her at her back, and share in her money afterwards? I really do not want to sound like them at all.
That is another food for thought. For another day though.