My Campus affairs 1.1 25th September it was, and I reported to UH, hoping this time round, there will not be any more strike, after spending over 4 weeks at home, campus closed, our esteems to attend the first lecture were high. I couldn’t wait to experience my first lecture and meeting my classmates. I had already contacted some on Facebook, sent out friend requests to a few who used their real names that appeared in newspapers, and I was really ready to roll out to my next chapter of life. Monday 26th September, by 7:30am I was already at the lecture room, found it closed and with a big number of fellow freshmen. Donned in a tie, smartly dressed and with a big bag full of 3 black books, I was really ready for the lecture. The morning of beauties, my God, at JICA, u could have mistaken it to a beauty contest that morning, but I vividly remember one gal that morning. Opening the lecture room, u would have mistaken the marathons people took to those of cross country, a lecture room that can only seat 200 students had to accommodate over 450 freshmen, all standing out, it was a real survival for the fittest on that great morning. Running the ladders to go book a seat, Ross Edgar Anne revolutionized this style that semester by throwing pens and papers to book seats for friends from a mile. Around 8:15am, madam Ndugga walked in for our first 40 minutes of lecture DS. I really don’t remember much in this lecture apart from the appointments of Class reps where I came out and contested un opposed for B stat class and there, in only 40 minutes, I was already a class rep ready to work. Around 8:40am. Mr Nganda, a famous Calculus lecturer walked in, first thing he said after his name, was that, the first test was there in the 6th week, before he could even finish the statement, power went off, No public speak system and the guy continued to teach a class where only 5% of the entire 450 students could hear what he was saying. (Such silly mistakes and a sense of no care from both lecturers and administration caused a 70% failure of that paper that semester. I fought so hard this injustice that up to now I no longer talk to the lecturer) Many students couldn’t hear the lecturer, the only option was to engage in jazz, packed to capacity and with no PA, My neighbors Atukunda and Yvonne Agatha, for them, recaps of their former school jazz was at the peak, and I could once in a while switch off from the lecture and enjoy the jazz of these two ladies.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 12:28:40 +0000
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