I held on to him and missed my exams
Apr 01, 2011
MY friends say I am overly particular and, yes, you would not expect me to fall for any Tom, Dick, or . . .
MY friends say I am overly particular and, yes, you would not expect me to fall for any Tom, Dick, or . . .
I used to go about breezily with my life, in the comfort that I was not about to be swept off my feet by any guy, because there were few guys who could impress me. That was until I met him.
I had spent a semester at campus when I met the guy. I was a first year Education student and he was a third year student of Information Technology. We met at an inter-hall sports competition. He was on his house’s football team.
It was a surprise of my life. The guy simply swept into my life like a whirlwind, making me feel like a particle floating in its spell-binding circles.
I was imprisoned by his charm, wit, physique and a million other qualities. He was not your handsome man, but when he walked into a room, everyone noticed.
He had a natural confident aura. He was interesting and funny without trying. Yet this Mr. Right paid me a lot of compliments and said he enjoyed my company. So I spent my days counting the hours until I could meet him.
The problem was that while I was a day student, he was an evening scholar. I was a commuter, he was a resident on campus. I had always been home by 7:00pm. But aftemeeting him, I found excuses to be home after 10:00pm.
I lied to my parents; one week it was a students’ council meeting, the next it was choir rehearsal for a concert, and then there were group discussions for course work.
My parents believed me and my mother fussed about giving me more pocket money to buy a snack or early supper.
However, I would just wait until 9:00pm when he would be done with his lectures and we would sit and chat away or go for long walks.
I found myself cutting classes at least twice a week. On those days, I would leave home at 7:00am, but would only get as far as his hall, where I spent the day lounging with him watching movies and listening to music, until he went to class.
Then one day, he told me I was suffocating him. He said he needed space. He began avoiding me. He refused to pick my calls.
I was heartbroken. I missed three exams. But it was too late; I had booked myself a dead year and a damned huge guilty conscience.
How could I tell my parents that all their tuition had gone down the drain because I thought I had been in love?
Bachelor woes will return next week
I used to go about breezily with my life, in the comfort that I was not about to be swept off my feet by any guy, because there were few guys who could impress me. That was until I met him.
I had spent a semester at campus when I met the guy. I was a first year Education student and he was a third year student of Information Technology. We met at an inter-hall sports competition. He was on his house’s football team.
It was a surprise of my life. The guy simply swept into my life like a whirlwind, making me feel like a particle floating in its spell-binding circles.
I was imprisoned by his charm, wit, physique and a million other qualities. He was not your handsome man, but when he walked into a room, everyone noticed.
He had a natural confident aura. He was interesting and funny without trying. Yet this Mr. Right paid me a lot of compliments and said he enjoyed my company. So I spent my days counting the hours until I could meet him.
The problem was that while I was a day student, he was an evening scholar. I was a commuter, he was a resident on campus. I had always been home by 7:00pm. But aftemeeting him, I found excuses to be home after 10:00pm.
I lied to my parents; one week it was a students’ council meeting, the next it was choir rehearsal for a concert, and then there were group discussions for course work.
My parents believed me and my mother fussed about giving me more pocket money to buy a snack or early supper.
However, I would just wait until 9:00pm when he would be done with his lectures and we would sit and chat away or go for long walks.
I found myself cutting classes at least twice a week. On those days, I would leave home at 7:00am, but would only get as far as his hall, where I spent the day lounging with him watching movies and listening to music, until he went to class.
Then one day, he told me I was suffocating him. He said he needed space. He began avoiding me. He refused to pick my calls.
I was heartbroken. I missed three exams. But it was too late; I had booked myself a dead year and a damned huge guilty conscience.
How could I tell my parents that all their tuition had gone down the drain because I thought I had been in love?
Bachelor woes will return next week