greenfish16
Aug 14, 2011
Writing Feedback / "Just another Thursday" - personal writing [3]
please help correct my writing. am an engineering student trying to improve my creative writing and essay skills. thanks
Just another Thursday
I hate Thursdays!
Academics have always been my
strong suit . Studying till the wee
hours of the morning has been a
part of life I have come to embrace.
Reading for long periods of time has
never unfazed me nor has
researching an abstract topic
discouraged me .
But on Thursdays , the very idea of
academics simply makes me want to
crawl into a dark hole and hibernate
till the dawn of the glorious Friday -
glorious simply because it isn't a
Thursday.
It 's the dawn of
another glorious day . I 'm
up by six after sleeping
late . My eyes are blurry;
my muscles are aching
from sleeping on a bunk
with a flat mattress which
I also happen to share
with a bedmate . But ,
that' s not all. I'm also very
weak from all the junks I
have been eating to
sustain myself for the last
two weeks. Scurrying out
of bed, I rush outside to
queue up for bathing
water in the public tank
with my thoughts being
occupied with the
compulsory assembly
attendance I have in less
than an hour . After about
10 minutes I finally fill up
my borrowed bucket and
walk to the closest
bathroom . There is
absolutely nothing worse
than coming fully awake
by cold water dangerously
approaching freezing
conditions at about 6 :15
in the morning.
Sweating profusely, I
finally make it to the
assembly ground 20
minutes late . You have to
know that walking even
relatively short distances
is definitely not my thing .
I get fatigued easily - there
is probably a good medical
book or a website on
achondroplasia that explains
why . I end up at the end
of the line . i Can't follow
the proceedings because
I can 't see over the head
of the man in front of me .
This is just a typical day in the
supposedly pre university of Benin
industrial training. And my day is just
beginning ,
" Please, help me carry
my board to D.O. 2 " I plead
to one of my friends , "I
think am going to fall off
the steps if I'm as
exhausted as I feel " I add.
It 's about two hours
after noon . Being on my
feet for close to six hours
moving through seemingly
endless machines in the
mechanical lab without
food or even a break, I
still haven 't come to the
reason why I absolutely
hate Thursdays .
So , I 'm tired , hungry
and even a tad bit angry
and I still have to climb all
the way to the second
floor for engineering
drawing .
The room is stale. The
smell of body sweat from
600 packed students is
permeating through the
poorly ventilated room .
And of course there isn 't
any power supply !
Not offering an
engineering drawing
course in my penultimate
and final years of high
school is a decision that
never fails to slap me in
the face every Thursday.
And today isn 't any
different . After two weeks
of drawing classes (two
previous Thursdays ), I' m
still not comfortable with
my drawing board, even
worse still my instruments.
The class is in disarray,
600 hundred tired looking
but determined students
are battling with preparing
their boards for the day ' s
drawing , hoping beyond
hope that the lecturer
actually teaches
something worthwhile. Or
at least do some much
needed introduction to
the course - with about
half of the students not
having done any previous
work in their respective
high schools.
The frustrated groans
of students reverberate
across the room . The
hopeful ambience
shattered. The hopes of
tired students absolutely
crushed . Yes , it is just
another Thursday.
Keeping to form , the
lecturer shows up about
forty minutes late and
without much ado dishes
out drawing assignments .
Completely skipping the
teaching aspect of his job ,
he walks out of the class -
he is done with his part in
this particular Thursday.
Its 11:59 pm , my eyes
are bleary , my muscles are
aching , am both sleep
and food depraved. I 'm
still battling with my
drawing assignments ,
hoping to be through by
morning . Nothing unusual
happened today. It was just
another Thursday, with
plenty more to come ...
Ironically , it was a Thursday that I
had a change of focus in my life . a
life altering change . And surprising, it
started like every other Thursday... .
please help correct my writing. am an engineering student trying to improve my creative writing and essay skills. thanks
Just another Thursday
I hate Thursdays!
Academics have always been my
strong suit . Studying till the wee
hours of the morning has been a
part of life I have come to embrace.
Reading for long periods of time has
never unfazed me nor has
researching an abstract topic
discouraged me .
But on Thursdays , the very idea of
academics simply makes me want to
crawl into a dark hole and hibernate
till the dawn of the glorious Friday -
glorious simply because it isn't a
Thursday.
It 's the dawn of
another glorious day . I 'm
up by six after sleeping
late . My eyes are blurry;
my muscles are aching
from sleeping on a bunk
with a flat mattress which
I also happen to share
with a bedmate . But ,
that' s not all. I'm also very
weak from all the junks I
have been eating to
sustain myself for the last
two weeks. Scurrying out
of bed, I rush outside to
queue up for bathing
water in the public tank
with my thoughts being
occupied with the
compulsory assembly
attendance I have in less
than an hour . After about
10 minutes I finally fill up
my borrowed bucket and
walk to the closest
bathroom . There is
absolutely nothing worse
than coming fully awake
by cold water dangerously
approaching freezing
conditions at about 6 :15
in the morning.
Sweating profusely, I
finally make it to the
assembly ground 20
minutes late . You have to
know that walking even
relatively short distances
is definitely not my thing .
I get fatigued easily - there
is probably a good medical
book or a website on
achondroplasia that explains
why . I end up at the end
of the line . i Can't follow
the proceedings because
I can 't see over the head
of the man in front of me .
This is just a typical day in the
supposedly pre university of Benin
industrial training. And my day is just
beginning ,
" Please, help me carry
my board to D.O. 2 " I plead
to one of my friends , "I
think am going to fall off
the steps if I'm as
exhausted as I feel " I add.
It 's about two hours
after noon . Being on my
feet for close to six hours
moving through seemingly
endless machines in the
mechanical lab without
food or even a break, I
still haven 't come to the
reason why I absolutely
hate Thursdays .
So , I 'm tired , hungry
and even a tad bit angry
and I still have to climb all
the way to the second
floor for engineering
drawing .
The room is stale. The
smell of body sweat from
600 packed students is
permeating through the
poorly ventilated room .
And of course there isn 't
any power supply !
Not offering an
engineering drawing
course in my penultimate
and final years of high
school is a decision that
never fails to slap me in
the face every Thursday.
And today isn 't any
different . After two weeks
of drawing classes (two
previous Thursdays ), I' m
still not comfortable with
my drawing board, even
worse still my instruments.
The class is in disarray,
600 hundred tired looking
but determined students
are battling with preparing
their boards for the day ' s
drawing , hoping beyond
hope that the lecturer
actually teaches
something worthwhile. Or
at least do some much
needed introduction to
the course - with about
half of the students not
having done any previous
work in their respective
high schools.
The frustrated groans
of students reverberate
across the room . The
hopeful ambience
shattered. The hopes of
tired students absolutely
crushed . Yes , it is just
another Thursday.
Keeping to form , the
lecturer shows up about
forty minutes late and
without much ado dishes
out drawing assignments .
Completely skipping the
teaching aspect of his job ,
he walks out of the class -
he is done with his part in
this particular Thursday.
Its 11:59 pm , my eyes
are bleary , my muscles are
aching , am both sleep
and food depraved. I 'm
still battling with my
drawing assignments ,
hoping to be through by
morning . Nothing unusual
happened today. It was just
another Thursday, with
plenty more to come ...
Ironically , it was a Thursday that I
had a change of focus in my life . a
life altering change . And surprising, it
started like every other Thursday... .