Uni beginner
A'ght.. people always mistake my personality and identity to something untraceable or rather unpredictable. I'm not proud about that, but well...
Let's take a ride back to my first year in the university.
Oh how friendly the guy was. But I am an introvert, so how possible was I so friendly?
Perhaps it was the excitement of being in the Uni?
Or maybe I had turned an extrovert after being admitted?
Who knows?, I don't myself.
Well let's get to the best part, I had very personal and intentional relationship with everyone in the department, and with time I took the post of the departmental DOI (director of Information) expanding my little influence afar from just the department.
The university and it's beauty had no ends, talk about all the pretty faces, the complexions, unimaginative elegance and the unique personalities of the lot that I encounter daily.
Pheeew!
Usually before I write a story, I pick a plot, but not this time, so let's get on with it.
My position as the DOI got my DM filled up with texts and messages from students who are either texting for fun or to make inquiries, and I enjoyed it.
I never turned off my data, and if I'm gone by a minute, then I must have kept a hundred unread messages waiting (exaggerating).
Life was certainly beautiful in first year until the Nationwide academic strike struck.
Skip to later, after the strike, I lost my touch with people as the strength was subdued. All this time away from school, focusing on earning extra income and all other things had clouded a part of me, and in some way the influx of messages and all the uneccessary questioning became tiring.
I should continue this story but I've got to rest a bit.
Let's take a ride back to my first year in the university.
Oh how friendly the guy was. But I am an introvert, so how possible was I so friendly?
Perhaps it was the excitement of being in the Uni?
Or maybe I had turned an extrovert after being admitted?
Who knows?, I don't myself.
Well let's get to the best part, I had very personal and intentional relationship with everyone in the department, and with time I took the post of the departmental DOI (director of Information) expanding my little influence afar from just the department.
The university and it's beauty had no ends, talk about all the pretty faces, the complexions, unimaginative elegance and the unique personalities of the lot that I encounter daily.
Pheeew!
Usually before I write a story, I pick a plot, but not this time, so let's get on with it.
My position as the DOI got my DM filled up with texts and messages from students who are either texting for fun or to make inquiries, and I enjoyed it.
I never turned off my data, and if I'm gone by a minute, then I must have kept a hundred unread messages waiting (exaggerating).
Life was certainly beautiful in first year until the Nationwide academic strike struck.
Skip to later, after the strike, I lost my touch with people as the strength was subdued. All this time away from school, focusing on earning extra income and all other things had clouded a part of me, and in some way the influx of messages and all the uneccessary questioning became tiring.
I should continue this story but I've got to rest a bit.