I had exams the following week. So we created study groups to tackle some poems. Poetry always made me sick...I really needed help to understand all the figurative language used. We could always joke about 'the persona' in the poem with Zenah. Sometimes you can go through a poem and don't understand anything from the first line to last. And we claimed to be literature students!
I was in Dedan Gian's group which contained six members.He was our leader in this group. We nicknamed him 'the philosopher' because he had all study materials, be it the notebooks, netbooks, literature narratives, literature songs and poems just to name a few. In fact the lecturers used him as an example when in class. He was also very active in class interactions
Zenah was my neighbor and my only true friend in our class. We kept each others secrets and all that girl stuffs. Victor was known as an 'intellect' in our class. James was the drunkard among the group. He could empt his pockets not minding if he would eat that day so long as he has a test of liquor. He and Victor were the oldest among the group up there on third floor. Viona followed closely behind them.
Our group took off to the main library down there in the Basement. Together we discussed the poems and at the end of the day every one of us had clue on what to write on the coming exams. That stupid Dr Jonas didn't care for us as long as he gave out the course outline and the notes handouts. I remember Correctly in that semester he attended the lecture class twice....and he only came to lecture for one hour and the rest of next hour he would discuss politics.
I reached at my apartment too tired to even look for dinner. I threw my back bag in the sofa and went straight to bed. I didn't hear Bezaleel's missed calls since my phone was silent. My sleep disappeared after one hour when someone almost broke my door with knocking..no. Whoever he was wanted to break it for real.