Many were the adventures of my first year in the University. As a young abecedarian, I tried as much as possible to become the master of my new environment: I did my best to learn everything; the way to talk and the way not to, the way to walk, the way to look and practically the way to do anything that would save me from the uniformed state in which I was; a state that was so identifiable it even had a taunting nomenclature that accompanied it. The worrisome part of this unavoidable malady of the mind and a factor which actually motivated my attempts to remedy it was that, contrary to popular belief, it could actually transcend one’s first year as a student. I mean, even at the time, I had come across several ignorami who hid under the “FYB” guise and tried to mask their benighted mind with the amount of years they had spent in the university campus.
I did not plan to remain a “bloody fresher” in my sophomore year and even though my efforts at adaptation were hindered by my tight sche…
I did not plan to remain a “bloody fresher” in my sophomore year and even though my efforts at adaptation were hindered by my tight sche…