BE GOOD OR BE GOOD AT IT
School sucks. Makes me wanna just quit and start a life of crime. Seems the easiest way to make it here in Kenya. Why waste your time booking (reading books) only to find that you get more out of being an member of parliament than actually getting a job for the PhD you spent years pursuing? Unfortunately, I cannot be a politician, mainly because I have such a short memory I cannot keep my lies straight. Partly because I do not have the money to bribe my way corruptedly into power. Luckily the main reason is not a major problem here in Kenya. These politician deny whatever bullcrap they fed us blatantly despite the fact that they were caught on tape giving the promise. And Kenyans are still dumb enough to vote them back in office. So I guess the my main problem is the money. Which is the easiest way I can illegally get money.?
I am currently at home. Having been fucked up by the hostel allocation system in campus. The ones responsible for our housing do not give a damn so we (the students that missed rooms) decided to take matters to our own hands. Blaming the irrelevant people, making noise, throwing virtual stones, taking the vice chancellor hostage. Well, we did not actually take the VC hostage. We just stood outside her office and hinted (very strongly) that we were not getting out of there until she helps us. Hostel allocation was not her role but she made some calls and soon, everyone's' online portal dictated that we were assigned to a certain room. We rushed to check them out, screaming happily like pregnant baboons only to find out that the rooms were already allocated to other students at the start of the year. Double allocation. I am starting to think that they did that to get us out of the VC's office so that she can leave. Anyway, third week in campus and still I have not settled, have to commute daily to school. Oh the horror. The fare. The stress.
I finished my supplementary exams last week but the results are still not out. As per the rules. I am not to step into the third year class unless I have passed my supplementaries. The results takes like a month. Meaning if I wait I will have missed like 2 months of class. And that, my friends, is just another fail at the end of the year. So I decided to go to third year classes despite not knowing my results. Aka be optimistic. Not a good look on me. But I decided to change, right?
The timetable, to say the least, is fucked up. Classes everyday from 8am to 5pm with only a one hour lunch break. I do not get how this happened. I have dropped units (from 12 to 10) but the time increases. The only way we can catch a break is if we make a week to have 9 days. I am working on that as we speak.
I am getting drowsy. So nothing more to bitch about today. I have to sleep early so as to wake up early. Early to avoid competing for the bathroom with the fourteen to seventeen other people who live in this house. Early also because I do not want to find the the matatus (buses) have hiked the fare to double the usual. Early because I want to beat the traffic. Early because I want to beat the rain. Early because I have a class at 8am. Early because our teacher told us the early worm gets eaten by the bird.
I seriously need to get a crime I am good at because all these early rising is making me grumpier. So if you you deal drugs or traffic people, holla at a nigga
I am currently at home. Having been fucked up by the hostel allocation system in campus. The ones responsible for our housing do not give a damn so we (the students that missed rooms) decided to take matters to our own hands. Blaming the irrelevant people, making noise, throwing virtual stones, taking the vice chancellor hostage. Well, we did not actually take the VC hostage. We just stood outside her office and hinted (very strongly) that we were not getting out of there until she helps us. Hostel allocation was not her role but she made some calls and soon, everyone's' online portal dictated that we were assigned to a certain room. We rushed to check them out, screaming happily like pregnant baboons only to find out that the rooms were already allocated to other students at the start of the year. Double allocation. I am starting to think that they did that to get us out of the VC's office so that she can leave. Anyway, third week in campus and still I have not settled, have to commute daily to school. Oh the horror. The fare. The stress.
I finished my supplementary exams last week but the results are still not out. As per the rules. I am not to step into the third year class unless I have passed my supplementaries. The results takes like a month. Meaning if I wait I will have missed like 2 months of class. And that, my friends, is just another fail at the end of the year. So I decided to go to third year classes despite not knowing my results. Aka be optimistic. Not a good look on me. But I decided to change, right?
The timetable, to say the least, is fucked up. Classes everyday from 8am to 5pm with only a one hour lunch break. I do not get how this happened. I have dropped units (from 12 to 10) but the time increases. The only way we can catch a break is if we make a week to have 9 days. I am working on that as we speak.
I am getting drowsy. So nothing more to bitch about today. I have to sleep early so as to wake up early. Early to avoid competing for the bathroom with the fourteen to seventeen other people who live in this house. Early also because I do not want to find the the matatus (buses) have hiked the fare to double the usual. Early because I want to beat the traffic. Early because I want to beat the rain. Early because I have a class at 8am. Early because our teacher told us the early worm gets eaten by the bird.
I seriously need to get a crime I am good at because all these early rising is making me grumpier. So if you you deal drugs or traffic people, holla at a nigga
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