The perfume punch

After having seen enough of KIST, the Campus Inspector paid a visit to SFB. Tough luck for me, having not seen any ‘Shrink’ around the place, I had to dodge lunch as I impatiently waited for the afternoon class which I was to inspect.

After having seen enough of KIST, the Campus Inspector paid a visit to SFB. Tough luck for me, having not seen any ‘Shrink’ around the place, I had to dodge lunch as I impatiently waited for the afternoon class which I was to inspect.

After reading an article on how the youth should make use of deodorants, these students took it to a whole new level. Okay, I must commend these students for the fight against bad odour caused by not wearing deodorant but after the concoction of fumes that terrorised my nostrils, I don’t know what is worse.

Silly me, I chose the worst seat which was at the back and right next to the path where everyone passed. Sitting and waiting, a guy passed by me and for a moment I thought they had sprayed the room for mosquitoes during the day. Alas! I realised it was a smell firmly attached to the disappearing guy.

Some other chick passed about five minutes and Oh My God; I simply couldn’t take this one. I had to use my white inspector coat to cover my nose. It was like a home-made perfume, probably fermenting fruit and flowers!

Well, when I saw the professor entering the room, I was greatly relieved as he closed the door and didn’t let any more people enter the lecture room. But this was just the beginning of the long three hour lecture. The professor wrote the word CALCULUS on the black board and a wave of panic scattered across the room.

After a moment he asked, “Tom was carrying three eggs home and two of them fell. How many eggs did he take home?”  He insisted he would pick someone to answer at random.

For a moment there, I thought we were in the Olympics because the way these students where sweating, exercise was the only logical explanation. Everyone was trying to hide so that they weren’t picked on. One boy even removed his shirt and squeezed it till sweat dripped out. And as you can imagine, with all this sweating, the fumes started evaporating.

I did chemistry throughout my A-level but if they asked me to deduct the smell, I couldn’t even write a word. Rumour has it that sometime back; a student who was sick of some ‘unknown’ disease got healed after entering that class.

I am currently in the hospital, being treated for near suffocation but campusers, don’t celebrate just yet, be sure I will be back…kicking harder than ever…REAL soon!

 

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