There is this mean lecturer (or should I call him student-teacher) because his behaviour doesn’t match the word lecturer. Anyway, I suffer in silence most of the time because I have no option but to attend his classes. Well this guy never lets us know ahead of time about tests; he always rushes to class and when he finds a small number of people, he gives a test, just to get some people out of the picture, especially those he doesn’t like. One day it rained heavily and then stopped just 15 minutes after his lecture was supposed to start. Good enough he also had no car so he couldn’t walk to the classroom. As soon as the rain stopped, I rushed to class to get in before him. To my dismay, this man walked out of the main office, looked around as students walked to class and he noticed that most of them were his students. The man literally ran to class just to lock those slow ones behind him outside. He usually wears a white lab coat and God knows why he does; he’s an English teacher for Pete’s sake. I looked at the man running but I didn’t want to get myself into more trouble with him. The path was muddy but the speed at which he was running got me thinking the passage was dry. Unfortunately, ladies on campus always call me a gentleman but had they seen me that day; I would have been stripped of that title. With lab coats flying in the air and this man jumping patches of water on the ground, I just couldn’t hold my speed back. Even Bolt couldn’t try me. I run so fast and when I entered class, I couldn’t believe I was there. Someone later texted me that he was going to recommend me for the next Olympics games. Indeed I will go, only if I can go with the lecturer. He inspires me.I later heard that the lecturer bumped into another student while running to class and his papers flew everywhere. How sad for him. I think it’s high time they turned universities into athletes training grounds.
