The other day I’m in town sitting in a car in some parking somewhere (how vague is that sentence?). Some lady was crossing the street and she caught my eye because she looked terribly familiar. I couldn’t place my mind on where I’d seen her. Thought maybe she taught me in primary or something. After a while I figure since her face looked like I’ve been seeing her recently, she is probably one of the workers where I slave. Well, in the end turned out she is the lady who has been coming to clean my house and wash my clothes every week for over a year now. I only figured that out the next Friday when she showed up on my door step.
The point is I think my brain is full. I’m forgetting faces even of those people near to me. Seems for me to add any information to my brain some has to go out. Not a good thing. Must be because I haven’t been getting enough sleep between work, school, twitter, facebook, pinging, instagram, whatsapp, 9gag and all the stress from social life I’m pretty much a walking zombie. School has been very interesting though especially the first couple of days, I had problems trying to find out where the classes are and how to decipher the timetable. I don’t need to tell you how many classes I missed because of this.
First day I attend class, people are signing some register of attendance. In the whole crowd, turns out I’m the only person who didn’t know their admission number off head. Really embarrassing but in my defense my brain is already full, giving me an admission number with over ten characters and four special characters is hardly fair. Interesting to note, the lecturer had counted the number of stairs he took on his way to class. Which he proceeded to tell us was 66 and that if another 6 was added it would have been dangerous. He said architects are sneaky people and they probably did that on purpose.
After that he went into a spiral on satanic stuff and at some point even gave some conspiracy theories about Lamborghini Diablo (which he annoyingly kept pronouncing as dayabolo) and why someone would name a car after the devil. I was so bored in the class and as usual, staring out the window seemed like a pretty good idea then. Without mentioning names (but making it clear he is referring to me) he starts telling us that Bill Gates used to stare out the window when in class too. That is why he ended up calling his software windows. I decided I hate that lecturer.
So with the social course mates I have, after class they decided they are going to have a spot of tea. Being the anorexic that I am I said I won’t have anything but I can offer them company. I was asked what I’ll be doing when people are eating. One of them asked me “so tukikula utakuwa unatupigia makofi?” The others laughed so hard I pretended to laugh at the joke too, plotting murder in my head. I had to give in to eating with them though I was hating everything. Tea was grey in color and the cakes were elastic. I pretended to be eating and talking and stuff waiting for everyone.
While we were eating, one of the guys asks me if I know who Fatou Bensouda is. At the time I hadn’t heard of that name. I bet you hadn’t too. The tv was on so I bet the guy just saw the name there and decided to ask me. I told him no and asked who that is. He told me it is the name of the lecturer who will be taking us for comp 701. I thanked him for the info and tried cramming the name so I can write it on my course registration form. He didn’t add anything further. My anger that evening when I was watching the news and finding out who Fatou Bensouda really is…
So the others finished their food, time to go. Alas, the urban myth on campus is that if you leave any food on your plate, the cooks just go and return it in the large boiler with the rest of the food and serve it to other students. So my course mates were insisting I should finish the tea or carry it home with me. I didn’t do neither of the two. I’m still Rogue.