Office hours are over, but he bangs on the gate
asking to see his former teacher.
It’s urgent he says, but he’s not in trouble.
He just has a wee problem with his student visa application.
He says he’s too lazy to read through and hands him the papers.
He can’t understand the language yet he’s dead set
on going Down Under for higher education.
The martinet’s edict:
A deadline is a deadline.
Miss it and suffer.
No one dared to defy her authority until one Friday morning
She – with the stance of a fighter – floundered.
She pulled out the big guns instead: a text message
from mother pleading at the first instance,
enumerating her daughter’s hard work, of burning
the midnight oil segueing into, with an FYI, that
her hard working daughter was drowning in deadlines.
She must understand, the mother pointed out.
She does understand so her decision stands.
They all harbor lofty dreams of making it abroad,
of bagging full scholarships,
dazzling parents and contemporaries,
blazing the halls
of the academe with their brilliance.
Yet something is askew:
Essays are incoherent
Books left untouched
Punctuation marks are missing
Questions are left blank.
Self-reliance is unheard of
while foresight is forgotten.
But FB and Twitter are
Updated by the minute;
texting perfected and
iPods well organized.