As wide-eyed as any novice
Many sprinting to Ajose at the first
hint of the cock's crows
Burning calories or 'scarce means'
on bikes
Wiping sweat off the brows
Only to fall asleep when the
lectures begin
Standing or on the floor sitting
While bags, books and even fullscap
sheet
May comfortably sit on seats
In proxy for those whose shadows
are yet to darken the door
Arriving half an hour to class?
Just stand by the door
Or comfort yourself with the welcoming floor
After the rain of its test had fallen
And the local champions had fallen
Empty seats awaited us more often
In love with the podium
many had fallen
What shall u remember the bats
for?
Their cries or their golden waste?
Which they offer
generously
To the not-so-lucky pavement and
hasty passers-by asides me
Wow it's almost nine
Latecomers now at advantage
With the bag clutched to the side
Heading for BOOC's stage
Threatening to burst in through its
doors ajar
Not minding the lecturer looking on furiously from afar
...At the level of the roofed Colosseum
Ain't watching gladiators with
swords
But lecturers battling with the
board
The confused students finding
their way in a myriad of labyrinthine words
m1, n2, n1 and m2 of optics
(emu one, enu two, enu one, emu two)
so what's he saying?
Is it m or n?
In total darkness of the light we're
studying
Dashing back to BOOC
Wonders shall surely never cease
Life began from the bigbang
Complicating matters, what a 'think
tank'
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