These days in summer school, we are deemed to appear matured and professional at handling our positions as university students. This means that, though we barely grip on the lectures, beforehand readings are crucial to reinforce the understanding in classes. And assignments are meant to strengthen and practically apply the knowledge.
But, these days my readings won't torch my way to your classes anyway, John. You know what, your text book is more of a hassle than a study aid. The language is more tangled than Rapunzel, maybe only you can untie the knot. My head is spinning every time I try to devote myself to the content.
I've a major epiphany when I read "Tuesdays With Morrie", and I've got a major despondency when I open you textbook. Arrghh!!!! John when will you stop tormenting us with your book and tedious lectures? Are you trying to promote suicide?
If only I can walk away from my summer school,
That's just a hyperbole. The whole tale is a metaphor. Actually John is a great guy with great mind, great gestures and great inkling, and it's just us being incompetent in his classes. Because we scarcely understand his accent. I know by heart that he tries his best to disperse his seeds of wisdom in us, but these seeds are lacking the right vitamins to grow. We have communication barrier, and it's close to death to grasp everything in your lecture. Please understand our little framed mind.
Everyone, the gist of the story is that, we have difficulties with our lecturer in summer school. The weather is still tropical, but the climate in the classroom is freezing like Antarctica. Everyone is so insecure at John's deep eyes who's hoping an incredible reply to his questions, but we cant't afford to supply good answers. Because we don't understand you John. And John, your bluish eyes remind me of Hall's minty candy, it's blue and it's chilly. The same way I feel about you.
I'm sorry for being an ass in your lectures. : (
