This a day out of the life of my father… a few months ago… word by word. It is 8 am. It must have been the end of the work week. I could feel it in my back. Hopefully, this weekend would involve a little less chores and commands by her than normal. Especially after our arrangement for today. Bathroom time. Haven’t read the sports section thoroughly yet. Ah, peace and quiet. Why was she banging the door now? “Your phone!” Student. Not among my brightest. She was supposed to graduate in a few weeks. Turns out she was short [...]
Category Archives: Through my Black Rimmed Glasses…
Personal.
I was walking slowly. The sound of my steps would be lost in the soft red carpet with my every move. The corridor was long and dark and quiet, but my eyes were fixed on the small light at the end. The distance was becoming smaller and smaller and soon I felt the brightness hurting my eyes. The painting was surrounded by a golden frame, very simple, almost like a thin thread. It was not the small light above the frame that caught my glance. The canvas appeared to be shining. The face was so real. It was a girl, [...]
Dating back 2009… I have been living behind the gates for almost two years now. I have experienced so much and yet so little. It is very hard when someone asks me to describe my life at UCU. Can I portray it as a flowing sequence of events and memories? Not exactly, for life at UC is turbulent underneath the silent and peaceful green grass of the quad. Looking back, the best way I can imagine my UC time is if I see my life here as a small album of four photographs: four types of clashes a student experiences [...]