The past week was a funeral one. The long awaited exam results for last semester were released. The delay was worth a tonne of complaints. A letter (or two) found its way to the editor. A meeting with the Head of Department was convened. Reason? "We want results." Expectations of good grades were high.
Now, the results were released. Many students were pregnant with the hope for the best. Unfortunately, the notice board became suddenly repulsive. The results were disgusting...stinking...reeking. "These are not our grades," many a student complained. Faces smelling of grief prevailed. The dismal results on the notice board drew unto itself repulsion. From a mere glance, they were unappealing. Approximately forty retakes in first year is a sad affair. Over sixty retakes in second year elicited shock.
A few laughed.
"So and so has not been spared the dark fate," Justuu remarked. But, he had not been spared either.
Far from the disgusting results, the grievers distanced themselves. Far from the maddening crowd, they back-strode. Far from the dark corridors, "We Build For The Future."
Now, the results were released. Many students were pregnant with the hope for the best. Unfortunately, the notice board became suddenly repulsive. The results were disgusting...stinking...reeking. "These are not our grades," many a student complained. Faces smelling of grief prevailed. The dismal results on the notice board drew unto itself repulsion. From a mere glance, they were unappealing. Approximately forty retakes in first year is a sad affair. Over sixty retakes in second year elicited shock.
A few laughed.
"So and so has not been spared the dark fate," Justuu remarked. But, he had not been spared either.
Far from the disgusting results, the grievers distanced themselves. Far from the maddening crowd, they back-strode. Far from the dark corridors, "We Build For The Future."
Joshua Masinde
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