University students in their final year have endless predicaments. It is the third week of the semester but somewhere you are still contemplating about returning to campus.
Your phone has registered several bothering text messages from the class representative and the few comrades who have reported. For sometime, you disappear from the class social media group.
Every time you log in to check what's new, the discussion is the number of units and the respective lecturers.
You realise a lecturer who disappointed you with a resit is taking you on another unit, which is not an elective.
You are yet to do the impending resit. Your final Helb loan disbursement was a year ago, at the commencement of year three.
What hurts you the most about the money is how you spent it, in a manner that haunts you whenever you think of it.
You want to smile but you are feeling sigh. Your wallet is like an onion; every time you open it, you feel like crying.
You are just from a three-months attachment. Apart from this leaving you poorer, you have an impending inclusive report to write and submit within a limited time due.
The report format still remains unknown. In the attached institution you were made the beast of burden for everything outside the job description.
Agenda pops up of results and missing marks. You don't want to hear about it because you are a big victim. Following up with lecturers is like hitting an axe on a rock.
It yields negligible or no impact. The reality page now opens. You begin to know that graduation is never guaranteed.
You will cross the bridge when you reach it. Days move faster than you desire. You begin to hate campus. But well, you are soon transiting into a big bad world. A world that does not care.