Indeed,....

Here's a sample head I was trying to read...
"Study, study,study,......"
"Learn everything worth every penny spent in college"
"reach new realms of knowledge"
"Study,Study,Study......"
thus went the peaceful life of just another nobody for somebody like me until....
Someone changed it and changed it.......Well...A bit noticeably..
"Keep the door closed.Do not fight..."
"try to sleep in light......."
"try to adjust to the sound and noise"
"try to live... "
I must confess that I am not cruel nor do I intend to be, but at times maybe, I happen to be just a wee bit on the wrong side of humanity. And so, the hummer tries to lead a life..

Lets see what I can write about, considering my small I.Q and my smaller interest in current affairs. Most people have things like GRE and CAT to live upto, and so I need to write about something, that will give me, well....lasting satisfaction....
Hmm....lessee...How about the new blonde hair with cheetah streaks...no wonder there is so much awareness about the endagered leapords nowadays..
Or how about this fact...Apparently, one guy uses up 278 litres on an average daily..
this itself proves how unique I am ....See ..no bath, saving a 100 litres, occasional brushing -save a litre, lots of drinks, save another litre, and much more....
How about the current mode of interest of a student in a subject?And how about the mindset of a troubled professor??
You check something on the intranet to find that you have 100 odd students in your course and you get ready with a long bath and a fresh deo, smartly pressed clothes, and neatly combed hair, with a gel that smells good too, and to add to that, you might even have a small beard hiding your throat from public display. Anyway, you walk up to the class assuming that it must be about the time and you walk in to see an audience of unending empty benches. Still, unmoved, You assume you are in too early and steady things up, getting the mike near your mouth, setting the board and the lights to good visibility, to help every student gain knowledge, and then, suddenly, you wonder.......Is this a holiday? Am I in the wrong class?? A familiar face that often haunts in the dark, with unending questions, each question deserving another long break from teaching, finally walks in with a warm greet and a positive assurance that there are enough questions in stock to end the day in chains. Another fifteen minutes down the line and here you are, scared to death, that you might even forget what all you wanted to enlighten these kids with and slowly another trio walks in, one of them, still eyes closed, another with anti gravity hair, and the third, swinging his arms to eternity.Munching the end of your lip, you somehow wish that this nightmare end and lo and behold, a slender arm is raised among the masses..A student, requesting to be made holy with thy touch..In to the crowd, you run trying to ignore all the novels on the desks, even that new book that claimed to have found something about the da vince code that makes it sell...The question is asked and rings in the ears again before you can think of what was asked....WHATTT??? really??? How can they think like this? Are they in some french class??? Blah blah blah.........And out you run avoiding the nightare guy with your fastets pace when he intercepts you with another route and there goes the last blood of your life...
GoodNight professor