Day 85

Judgement Day

Woke up this morning with alot at the back of my mind, first of all i was thinking could my very good friend from way back in the 90's have slyed me concerning my attendance sheet, what if he actually did but we are actually to close for that, anyway i was contemplating murder because failure to sign for me is probably suspension i doubt SLOW(strong letter of warning) as it is normally called in my skool.

The day finally begun after ironing my best white shirt to signify peace depending on the measure of punishment awaiting me.....anyway as usual the long walk to chapel with another friend who i knew nothing could happen to no matter the situation at hand, my heart was actually beating fast, blood rushing to my brain, thoughts of my year 12 in secondary school replaying back how i ruined my ending my very last stay..the truth still holds "its not the beginning that matters but the very end" i was feeling i was going to be the black sheep of my family once more as i had been in the past, i was angry for not judging my inner man,i actually knew something like this will happen but how and why now we are many and most of my friends are included nothin fi happen as it is normally said in pigeon.

We both got to the chapel early enough only to find out the meeting was slated for 12oohours, anyway we set for the cafeteria cause my stomach had already started eating up my intestine as she had being starved for hours. After my meal my lecture hall was the next stop, stayed in class for an hour and headed straight to the verdict centre were we had to sit for about 1hour before they came to attend to us telling us to move to another venue for the next line of action. Again they wasted our time this time for about 2hours.

We finally started, about 550students were to be cleared can u imagine 15 to 20minutes spent on each student so when were they exactly meant to finish. Boiz or rather men to be cannot be left all alone without been rowdy or rather blood and tension heating up, from one problem to the other the officials finally left after being frustrated by the crowd of boys they unimaginally could not handle.

They finallly came back after an hour only to continue the hustle and bustle, me that i thought i had street smart i left there by 23.45hours unsuccessful , it was a big blow to my chest but i just had this feeling i will laugh last. So stressed out on getting back to my room could not even last 15minutes before i knocked out..........................to be continued