being independent once again

As usual I woke up early…. About 6.50... I guessed that’s early. Before this I woke up at 7.30 am... yahhh I was late because I’m studying at midnight. That’s ok what than watching the cd (pirate cd). After pray, I bump once again onto the bed... What a comfort... I slept until a friend of mine made me felt a small Ritcher scale earthquake. She used to do that as I sleep like a log. Oh, no! Maybe it’s late. Yes, I’m in trouble as the clock showed it’s already 8.30am... But not trembling yet. The lecturer used to be late than me… (grinning). I get myself dressed and I sped up to my class. This is an elective class and I enjoy being in the class.
Hmm… it’s embarrassing you know, to go class late... everybody will stare at you (for a moment only). I keep my pace shorter as I’m nearing the class to take a glance.
Phew! It really relieves me when the lecturer was not there yet. Fling the door open and throw a smile. That’s what we call a sweet escape rather than sweat escape.
Later on, I attended another class.
Let me brief a little.
This lecturer is a bloody damn genius. This fellow assume his student to be smart just like him… my friends including myself have to accept this. We keep on pretending to understand what he taught us. Just swallow it, digest it later on.
Unfortunately, that day, a girl in my class could not stand it anymore. So she blurted out that she does not understand. He stopped writing at the board. Stand still, feelings unbelievable to what he have heard just now… that’s funny to see him blinking for a while.
All of us thought that he might explain slowly for a better understanding.
(always expect the unexpected)
As he opens his mouth, he becomes unstoppable. Guess what we’ve heard. It was a reddening ears lecture… he blamed us for blaming him and other people. He said we took everything for granted. And he kept pointing at a group of students who used to be ‘talkative’ in the class. They were the very unlucky one. He ‘lectured’ us, tormented us for half an hour.
We all got trembling as the countdown began. As the clock ticked at 12 o’clock, we are free , independent once again… hooray