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Proof that Higher Education does not help

The other day I was innocently looking out of class, as the lecturer pretended to be lecturing. I mean, I cannot help but stare at the beautiful by passers, the only other option I usually have are:-
a) Try to listen and follow the lecture until I get a level 1 headache, which then advances to a splitting headache, known as a level 2 headache.
b) I can walk away, walk away(singing that walk away song in my head)
c) I can doze off in class, but the furniture isn’t quite for this purpose, like those metallic benches that have been put everywhere in the city centre, which by the way, I heard are part of the Millennium Development Goals.
Back to my story, as I was in class, the lecture happened to ask an obvious question, which no one answered. Seem no one answered his question, he asked if we didn’t know the answer. Discovering that we knew the answer, but we weren’t interested in answering, the lecturer then asked why we were in class.
The lecturer said that he thought that we were in cla…


When I first moved in to my campus hostels a few years ago, as a more cleverer individual than I am now(my grades drop every year), I was very impressed. It’s not the girls who impressed me, or the large multiple of roommates I had (and the fact that some of them talked about everything in terms of cash, like soda bottles), or the fact that I had been allocated a room near the administration block.
I remember the day well; it was that day of registration. I had spent the whole day squeezed between two huge guys in the queue. It’s not a good day, when some parts of a dudes anatomy are hovering about some parts of your anatomy in the queue. Furthermore, since I was traveling from upcountry(my editor suggested that I use that word, even if I had been traveling uphill for most of the journey) I had bought a lot of drinks , which I had imbibed. I was pressed by the time I was been allocated a room, and first place I headed to was the washrooms.
That was when it struck my eyes, for a m…

Improving my Facebook Experience

I am a very ardent time waster. I also happen to be very lazy and kiddish. My laziness is proven by the fact that my waking up time is the same as that you are required at your job, for those who work. My kiddishness is proved by the fact that I actually loved, yeah loved, that Disney kids movie called "Enchanted".

Recently, I decided that I got a lot of time in my hands, and decided to shop for an adult toy.Before many of you get the wrong ideas, my search did not even take me off my seat. A few e-mails and mouse clicks later, I was a registered facebook member. I really have not seen such a good time wasting tool for millions of people world wide than facebook.

Facebook is a really great time waster.In fact, here are some reasons why facebook is a great time waster:
• I get to play games such as vampires and werewolves with people that I last saw in class 3, and who I did not even use to play with them back then.
• I get a chance to tell strangers and my friends of my prou…