JETHRO HOROWITZ

If living in my previous college was like surviving the clink, my new college is a retirement resort. They hold monthly BBQ’s and weekly tea and biscuit nights for the residents. Everyone gets together for fun, friends and laughter. I think I’m going to see through the twilight of my life here.

The price of such luxurious living is the requirement that I must attend Satan’s playground that is my marketing lecture. During the 3 hours, I was abused both mentally and physically. The material brought me to tears of pain. Yea, I get it, marketing is about selling a product, can you now please stop penetrating my ear drum?

The lecturer tried to engage his weeping audience with a suggestion for participation. No one said a word. He then offered marks to students who yelled out answers. What ensued made me embarrassed to be a student. The grots, hungry for their precious marks, sold themselves like middle aged whores in a sea of jailbait.

The lecturer theatre itself is what I imagine hell to be like – hot, crowded and with a constant high pitched ringing that emanated from the faulty speakers. I focused intently on the ringing for half an hour until I began to experience head trauma. The person next to me couldn’t hear it which only led to panic as I considered suicide if the sound was coming from my ears. My pulse began to race and I was ready for a crash cart.

I tried to concentrate on my breathing and relax. Unfortunately, someone sitting near me had been eating a broccoli & baked bean curry for lunch and with relentless aggression, blasted me with wave after wave of toxic gas. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and sunk into my chair to sob.

I don’t see how I can possibly return.

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