Life at Uni

18.02.2022

It is 18.02.2022 today, I am 19 years away from my birthday.

Thinking in an audience of students in a lecture room, I am pondering why isn't there a book that I have read about usefulness of studying at uni, or there is no any? I decided to write one.

The teacher asked what is phonetics, I don't know the answer, so do others. I am hoping smn will answer to that before she asks students randomly. To cap off the inquiry I would make some funny radical proposal but I am not sure whether it would help. Now while I am tryna describe the context, there's a lot going on in this room. Nobody Is actually willing to answer even if they know because I don't know anyone here who would get themselves into anxiety and nervousness of being eyed from every direction. It's the most basic term in linguistics though. Next question is about diphthongs, what is diphthongs? We learned this stuff last year, I mean everybody in the room has learned but can't recollect a glimpse of memory for sure. Why? We all have different goals in life so why are we supposed to know things that are hard to contain and apply practically?

During the lesson some students interrupt the class coming late. She lets them in barely looking at them so as not to draw other students' attention to what happens when you are late, nothing happens when someone is late, we all have reasonable excuses that may take long of teacher's precious time, with just a nod she allows them to come in, very simple. All have joined the class. There are some who roam the building of uni because they know that teacher won't say or do anything as admonishment. One of them said he lost his notebook where he took last lesson's notes... Wait, he is joining the class. Well, the teacher is mad like a calm koala. Even in this situation what is stinging her is not that he is late but the new notebook he bought from the ground floor. Usually such interruptions take 20 minutes of our time at the very least while each class lasts essentially 80 minutes. She has to fix the projector, clean the board and meet late-comers.

She explains 3 things I didn't pay attention to and which will not do any harm in the next class as teachers are easily deceived because of their own poor second language. And I would rather share my helpful experience with you, my reader, to help decide whether to enter college after school or proceed to working straight away. Some may think this stuff I am writing relates specifically to my life and institution, I won't say it's wrong but some part of it is what generally happens at public colleges.

It's Friday today, I was feeling wonderful but right after I entered the uni I saw the dean standing next to the security, he beckoned me with a nod. I slowly approached to him. He said that I should not wear beard there which struck me dumb. I had never heard such thing, it is my second year at uni, 4th semester and now you come and tell me that beard is forbidden? What?! Couldn't you tell me this when I was paying six thousand dollars to enter this grave repercussion?

After sometime he said that this institution was privatized and discipline changed, how? As I see it, badly. I love wearing a beard, if I want to harm anyone, it will be me who harms not my beard. Beard is inanimate but me alive. If I am going bald whole my head together with my face is gonna be bald, it's ugly. The teacher is approaching to the back desks to resonate lazy people. Me and my group are sitting here. Everyone hides their phones under the desks and take notes that they remember from multitasking during the class shorthand. Boredom forces students to text on messengers and post boredom itself expressed through their faces. This situation is not rare anymore. Teachers, when they even notice that a student is doing something other than the class the class continues without remarks since students surely know that teacher expicitly conveys the necessary information but his or her language doesn't match with the required tongue because of accent and lack of academic lexicon and teachers get that they are busted by the students. We all pretend to be okay with this but sometimes truth bursts outside from black void, for example, one day everyone including the students who don't attend classes or study at all were present.

One of the very pessimistic students was sitting at the rear desk close to the teacher of history talking to a friend on the phone. Teacher looked at him with a mild anger on his brown face, as it looked worthy of notice.

Teacher said: "you are in the front desk and you are talking on the phone, what are you doing students? What a bold guy is this?.."

That guy's name is Cooper, he is very strong and indeed bold, he loves exercisisng in a gym and wants to become a fitness trainer after the distant graduation, many teachers know of him as an enormouse barbarian, he put the phone into his pocket which was very, very kind of him and rare.

Teacher continued: "...if i see you doing this again, you will score only absent mark today!"

But Cooper couldn't bear this one, and said: "Don't try to seem smart, keep teaching your lesson according to your syllabus, I am not bothering you, I am bothering nobody, no-one could hear me when i was talking."

"I could hear you" teacher said.

"Your ears are oversensitive then."

"You don't talk to teachers like that at university."

"How should I talk then?"

"You are wasting my time. What was your surname mister? Cooper... hmm... You have another absent mark!"

Assuming that he is gonna waste his time he leaves the classroom. Others including the teacher behave as though nothing had happened. The teacher remains immobile, she feels like she had been carved out of rock.

She says: lousy kid...

If you got absnet mark it means you wasted your time coming here, but most of us don't care about them because the board will not kick us out of college for that. Naughty students use this as one of the means of leaving the classroom to freedom.

Okay, this is the second half of the class, I am feeling my hand getting beat writing, my back hurts. I see some sitting very, literally very close to the teacher nodded off behind their bags put on the desks. We are in room 4-15, this room is the largest on the 4th floor, it has three colons and nine rows of desks. Nodders-off are on the desks of third and forth rows. Teacher seems to know that her class is monotonous.