Finally, the seniors were done for the day. They had marked their potential dates, threatened potential threats and leased potential sycophants.
Sycophants was where I was. And my immediate ambition to switch over to becoming a potential threat. Respect came automatically being a threat to the seniors. There were repercussions of course.
As the frenzy wore out, the class returned to the status-quo - outside the classroom.
It became all chirpy outside. Some girls felt an instant urge to rave about the sheer number of seniors who approached them to join one college society or the other. Such was the magnitude of societies inside college, that almost everybody had their own. Perhaps a little something for their visiting cards. I saw it as an identity issue.
It was quite hilarious to eavesdrop though. Apparently, one of the seniors had convinced a whole bunch of how they were the right fit for his theater club and how joining the club would give them such a personality boost and what not. I bet it would - I said to myself. You never need too much push to rise above zero.
Guys usually got logistics. They were happy to be getting something. And by the time they would realize what logistics really meant, they would already be pushing tables from one spot to another. And all that just for free refreshments.
I sat on the bench hoping the class would start. A lurking thought of that girl calling me 'uncle' still echoed in my mind, I was etching her face in my memory, just so that I make sure I never chance upon her in the next four years.
I wanted to hate her but still couldn't stop thinking about her. Eventually, I was coming to believe that she wasn't all that bad looking. In fact, only if she'd have groomed herself half as much as the other girls, she could have been quite a stand out. But then, that wasn't my business, was it? All I had to do, was to stay away from her.
Suddenly, as if my thoughts were taking 3D shape, she entered the classroom. Without looking here and there, she took the first bench. I was glad to not have caught her sight.
This had to happen, right? First God makes me fat. Then he gives me an admit to this college. Then I meet her. Then she calls me 'uncle'. Then I evade her. Then I pledge never to let her see me ever again. Then I get to know that she's going to be in my class for the next four years.
Fuck my Life.
