Waiting to get my ass whacked!

Going to college … Harder realities awaiting me. It was nice to spend some days at home. Kinda helped me rejuvenate and I must admit, it had made me lazy. But I know i’ll have to pay for all this when I reach college,. for it is one good reminder in life that things don’t always come in your way. You have to work your ass off sometimes to get something done.
Going back to college … to study life…

Stand-Still : Life hangin’ in a balance.. Chances becoming slim

Finally, the moment has arrived. As of now,my professional college life hangs in a balance. Future seems bleak. My chances of getting my degree has become very slim now. How? You may ask. Here goes the story. My 3 years. ..

3 years back, I joined this prestigious(so-called) institution called Nehru College(Jawaharlal Institute of Technology, to be precise) in pursuit of a Bachelor’s Degree in Engineering. And as time went by, all i got was a lot of back-papers and even more bad reputation. I was categorized to be among the worst students by my teachers(if you can call them teachers i.e). They just took on my life and turned it into a living hell. Humans with the viciousness of a vulture, breeding on my flesh and bones; quenching their thirst by sucking me off my blood. They preyed on me for the past 3 years. I survived.

Coming to the point. My synonyms just show the way I think about the majority of staff at JIT(my college). My actions have taken me to a point where it’s not clear whether there is a path ahead and there is a strong possibility that you may just have to walk back. It doesn’t matter 3 or 5 years you have walked down this road. If there is no path ahead, you must have to walk back. The hard truth hits me like a rock every time. Reality is harder.

AS always, I messed up my attendance percentage(the min. required percentage is 75%) and got a 57% attendance. I bunked classes and escaped from the tenacious grip of my teachers. Most of the times, I was afraid of getting killed by them and this lead to consistent bunking of classes. Whenever I came to the class, they attacked with a reason or the other. Reasons weren’t that hard to come by for them, actually. I was a good punching bag for them for I didn’t respond. My mouth has been glued for too long. It got used to being kept shut.

I still remember that day when I raised my voice against my class-teacher in my freshman year. To this point, I never regret my actions for she deserved what she got. A reminder that there are people smarter and greater than her. If she gets a complex by reckoning this “Fact” , I say FUCK OFF! XX

I really wish I get a chance to beat up these bastards. If there was one feeling greater than sex, I’d say it would be beating up your bosses(in this case, my ass-hole staff at JIT).

I’m not saying all of them are bad, but a lot of bad fishes in the pond may just as well make the good ones also bad. That’s the perpetual case in my college(especially my department).

 So  where do I stand now. I’m at the mercy of these a**-holes. They wan’t me to lick their feet for attendance percentage. They make me run miles inside the college for silly things. They make the best of their time; for the ball is in their court. I’ll do anything they say. I know, you might be wondering why would be it like that after babbling for the past few minutes. I’ve wasted good 3 years of my life here in this hell. My heart just doesn’t allow me to come out of there without a degree in my hand. So, I’ll do anything they say. Fix me, tape me up; do anything. Just make me appear for the exams. And if they make me drop out, I say i’m not going out without a fight.

Sounds fair doesn’t it?

The tables will change in due course of time, I know this for a fact. I’m waiting for my turn. Desperately waiting. ..