War Of The Notes

I’m now into a new semester! I don’t say that with much joy. I hate books. Of late at least. But I’ll dedicate this blog to share with you my weekly trysts and triumphs which are coming in so fast. Let me kick off with that very first lecture…every one is staring at me like I have a leech on my neck, or so I think when I enter 6 minutes late for a pure mathematics class.

I take my seat at the back of the room and the notes start to flow.

Note 1

-You have put on some weight!

-Really? You think so?

-Yeah. Am I the only one who thinks Dorothy has put on weight? She luks round.

-I just told Paula that.

-Haha…yo funny.

Note 2

-This chic’s got a 'dozing voice'. I’m already bored. (i still wonder what Eve wanted to mean there)

-No! she just donated blood recently!

-LMAO Stop it yo killin' me.

Note 3

-So any light skinned chics yo fell for at New Vision?

-Yeah one!

-Hmmm oba who?

-Carol Natukunda. She's smokin' hot.

-More than me! I'm hurt.

-No yo the hottest ever.

-Hmmm. I'm flattered. When you take me out?

-Its yo call.

-Saturday.

-I'm on.

And I thought these things had stopped in high skool...how wrong I was. I'm I the only one who still thinks they are still fun?