UTAG, UTAG, UTAG.

This strike is killing me. I hate it but on some days I love it so much, sorta like my relationship with sugary food. I know my head will ache after but I still eat it. Chocolates, soda, mmmmmm ( dreamy look) Anyway back to my point, I find it very frustrating, one moment no lectures and the next messages being sent round that the lecturers are back, I go to the lecture hall and its empty, not even a whiff of a teacher’s assistant, *ahem* cologne? *blushing* ( according to the Blinkards, my dark velvety skin cannot blush so lets just imagine ok).

  On the days when I have other more important things to take care of like sleep, Onevoice meetings, more sleep, gaming, and my numerous past times,  it’s a blessing, a divine intervention, the hand of God sweeping away unnecessary time wasters,  the wind of the almighty sifting through my schedule and parting it like He did with the Red Sea and The Jordan (admit it, you didn't know God parted the river Jordan for the Israelites)

UTAG, I applaud you for holding on to your, erm,  well whatever it is you are holding onto, but please come back, my brain is in dire need of knowledge that will not serve much of a purpose(maybe 30%-35% of it will be used) in my future career  but my dad is still paying for. Plus I’m forgetting how to write, my left hand has grown quite lazy *looking at my left hand forlornly and shaking my head slowly* Please come back, we *looking round* *whispering* we miss you.

Now to those people who have made up their minds not to come to come to campus: