I stepped into the building, which looked a little different since it was newly renovated last year.
The familiar air con smell hit me, used to get a whiff of it all the time back in the day of twice a week classes. The scenes where fellow ‘chers rushed past me with packets of food, so that their tummies wouldn’t rumble embarrassingly during lessons. Some looking flustered, coming in with files and assignments to pass up. People standing around with cups of coffee and biscuits in hand during breaks. Lecturers trying their best to answer tons of qns. Hustle bustle, hustle bustle.
Hello SEED. My old place of study, we meet again. Like an old friend, you have been missed. But I must say, you’re looking quite nice with your new coats of paint, walls and new rooms equipped with the neccesary tech. Everything physical is different, but the atmosphere is still the same. New batches of ‘chers to fill up the rooms, new hope in gaining knowledge.
As I gathered my docs for submission, I heard a familiar voice behind me and spotted my literacy lecturer, busy talking to a colleague and walking to the staff room. There might be a possibility that she would be our lecturer! Wow!
But now the waiting begins. And the excitement builds.