Samit Sharma
Published July 24, 2015
Oi Matey!
I change the accent or language every time, don’t I? Anyhoo, how’d ya like my East London Cockney, eh? Never mind. I write this on a train, on my way home. It’s not exactly pleasant. The clickety clack of a train ain’t good for your neck. It’s really bad.
I’m almost through my first week of college. ‘Cause my college works all Saturdays. Douchebaggery. But it’s good. The lectures aren’t boring. And whenever I have a gap between two lectures, I go to the library. The cafeteria has great food, but at the same time it’s loud and full of teenagers. The library, on the other hand is the size of a hockey field with every imaginable book, magazine, and journal you can think of. I might be the only Arts student who spends free time in the library reading International Science journals. The librarian pointed that out.
And there are geeks too. Well most of them are nerds, but the good kind. It’s a small step from being nerd to being geek, which is the infusion of an obsession. A good one, preferably. I’m surprised at how much socialism occurs in college. Most students are like ugly meerkats. Who can’t shut up for a single bloody second. Or trying to get me to socialize. I only socialize with my kind. Geniuses and geeks. And we’re all endangered.
I have just one classmate from school in my class. Just the one. It’s enough, I guess. I prefer the library, anyways. And in the library there’s less people and sweet sweet silence.
‘Tis, mate was Weekly Email Blast, email 18. Auf Wiedersehen!
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