i went back to uni.
back in bath.
and mcdreamy was there with me.
apparently, i was supposed to go back to do my masters (so did mcdreamy, but obviously in something different)


the pic on the left is the bus stop i usually wait at. in front of 'all bar one'.
when i made it to uni, i bumped into my old classmates.
"hey su! you are in deep shit. professor argawwal(my lecturer) asked where you were...and because you missed the first class you are going to automatically fail the year", mr edddd said.
Shit.
so, before i went to meet mcdreamy, i went searching for mr jamster (an ex-boyfriend/ex-coursemate). when i found him, he was with a group of people...who all just stared at me. when i caught my reflection, i realised why. i was in my pyjamas!
"hey, jamster. do you think you could lend me notes from this morning's class?"
"you mean, class-es?"
"oh...how many did i miss?"
"all? there is only one more class left for today...and it is going on now"
"err..ok..so why aren't you there?"
"cause i am not in the same course..."
he passed me a sheet of paper and said, "this is YOUR schedule" (don't ask me why he has mine).
on it was written...
Degree in Masters of Social Studies (?!)
and subjects listed were:
F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Why Rachel couldn't stay in love with Ross?
and a few more topics which i can't remember
DESIGN
FASHION
and the list went on.
i just stared at it. what happened to electromagnetics? power electronics? satellites? networks?? i mean...if i were to do a masters degree, wouldn't i do engineering??
why am i taking this WEIRD degree that has...a whole subject on F.R.I.E.N.D.S??
at that point of time...i felt like a dumb blonde.
when i looked up, mr jamster was gone.
and i woke up.
hmmm...
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