Ladies and gentleman, let me seek your attention to my 'University-life', a student mastering on Chemistry. This university is a crazy combination of good and bad, according to me.
I just liked the intelligent fencing of university with popars, mixed with pine Scots, the campus with well- maintained lawn and special species of trimmed grasses, the gardener took a good care of lilies, roses, butterflies, jasmines, poppies, tulips, honeybees, sunflowers, marigolds, and hibiscus. The toppest terrace had the name of university moulded into stainless steel which can be seen fifty metres away. The university was a fun itself where functions were introduced abundantly.
The principal was a humorous dancing jolly creature, wise and gentle like a fine lady. I liked him as an easy principal but not for his careless nature. The above mentioned pros is what I can bear in my mind.
The cons which I shall state below, I hated the series of serious professors. I shall provide you some vivid information about my few professors.
An old professor nick named Mr. Organic(Mr. Walls) was a serious man with serious eyes, serious mustache, serious black shining teeth, serious black-pink-grey lips. He lacked fashion sense completely, the same two pants and two shirts worn for six months, unknown of the fact that he looked awful in yellow-brown or magenta-pink colour combination.
The other (Mrs. Smith) was an obstinate hag with an ugly choice of attire, a tight dresser of popping colours, and makeup, whose spectacles dropped whenever she lifted the heavy book. Her dress was enough to suffocate any students attending her seriously boring class.
The third one (Miss Fernandez) was a classy beautiful woman. I must mention sexy. With a short wavy hair, well selected pair of earrings, possessing a heavy collections of rings on five fingers, a short height with five inch heels. She mostly wore a loose fitting clothes which complemented her figure, she giggled in the middle of lectures and I kept a palm on my face and returning her smile and the whole gentlemen wondering something special. She was sardonic.
Lord, how I loathed them!