My books, my bucks and my bottles

When I was in Primary school, my older brothers told tales of their campus lifestyles. They called university a place for fun as one waited for their degree.Joining campus came quick for me too, and I was luckily admitted to a city university which had plenty of hung outs, pretty girls and cinema halls in its neighbourhood. I called it my time to enjoy, away from high school rules and stress.
Students Hanging out on Campus.
Students Hanging out on Campus.

When I was in Primary school, my older brothers told tales of their campus lifestyles. They called university a place for fun as one waited for their degree.

Joining campus came quick for me too, and I was luckily admitted to a city university which had plenty of hung outs, pretty girls and cinema halls in its neighbourhood. I called it my time to enjoy, away from high school rules and stress.

I was lucky to get a job during my first weeks at university, and started earning money, enough for my status-quo. I became popular and most students knew of my existence, or at least heard my name whispered around the university- I was became a celebrity!

On the other side of the block were the majority of students from the rural countryside, who spent their time either in church or reading books.

After supper, they went to the school’s dining room to watch TV or just outside the cafeterias to play billiard- for those who knew what it was.

University was not as enjoyable as I had expected; perhaps my brothers lied, or I was in the wrong place?! Reading hard was the norm around me because we wrote exams every weekend.

I failed a couple of exams in the first semester because I was not the kind of student who read so much. 

My second semester became more challenging, when I started studying part time, at night, and working daytime.

I slowly dropped the celebrity status, did not care anymore about how I looked like, wore and started burning books; the reality was that I did not want to get discontinued for not beating the pass mark.

The school administration also introduced class attendances reports that stressed me even more. I was forced to attend the dead boring lecturers, read harder, and used only a little time of my weekends for leisure.

I am glad it worked for me. I excelled more than I ever dreamt, and left university with a good enough degree.

It even taught me how to earn and drink, and do both pretty well; I furthered my studies and I earned more bucks and stills enjoy sipping at my bottles.

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