UI Diary (Episode 3)
Episode 3
Rubbing my eyes, I rolled my shirt’s sleeves and resumed sleeping. It was just twenty minutes into the two hours lecture. The Faculty Lecture theater was filled to the brim with students from different departments looking up at the whiteboard, the formulas and provings looked like a necromancer’s scribbling. Weird and incomprehensible to my brain. The lecturer droned on about Standard deviations and geometric means. He went on repeating formulas and solving exercises. I still couldn’t make sense of why GCE 203 should be taken as a faculty course. I was an arts student for Pete’s sake. I didn’t understand a thing on the board and the only thing I come to do in the class weekly is to charge my phone and enjoy the air conditioner.
Shaking my head from side to side, I tapped Funmi and whispered in conspiracy. ” Babe, Abeg I wan sleep. You fit block my side with your bag?”. Staring at me with faked disgust, she dumped her cardigan on my head. Burrowing into the warm clothing, I settled down to sleep. I had only dozed for some minutes when a firm hand tapped me. I shook the hand away and drew the cardigan tighter around me. Jerking the cardigan from my body, a loud booming voice said beside me, ” Young Lady, care to explain why you are sleeping in my class?”. My eyes were so round they were ready to pop out of my sockets. My heart was beating away like a freight train running at an alarming speed. Turning to the voice, I faced the lecturer standing in the aisle next to my seat.
“Sir?”, I asked twisting my fingers.
“Where is your class work?”
“Class work?”, I asked swallowing.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Kehinde, Sir”, I answered, conscious that the whole class was staring with rapt attention.
“You know what?”, He asked turning to the whole class. ” This young lady here will provide answers to the classwork. Clap for her as she mounts the podium”
My legs felt weighted with lead. I was sweating feverishly and I could hear my bowels rumbling.
The LLT was booming with mock applauses followed by various forms of jeering. Funmi was having a full belly laugh. My throat felt so parched I feared my trachea would tear. Locking eyes with him, I whispered in the lowest of voices, “I’m sorry, sir”
“Sorry I didn’t hear that”, He queried
“I’m sorry sir”.
“Turn to the whole class and tell them you are sorry”.
Sure I was going to faint any moment, I whispered “I’m sorry for sleeping in class”
“Louder”, he thundered.
“I’m sorry for sleeping in class”, I repeated.
Wide eyed, I picked my notebook and moved to the first aisle of seats. I would stay wake even if my eyes peeled off afterwards.
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