In Another Life

There couldn’t have been a wronger time for us to have met.
There couldn’t be a larger distance between us.

Expectations. Obligations. Reputations.

In another life, I’d be a teacher, and you’d be a student.
We’d fall in love after school and get married after class.

In another life, you’d be the doctor, and I the patient.
I’d bask in your wisdom and cherish your care.

In a parallel universe, the stars align for us.
The angels sing when we kiss.
Your voice softens my face, your touch slows my beat, your smell reminds me of why I am alive.
I live you and you for me.
Like in the movies, you own me.
I trust you.
In another life, I am the one.

But in this life, I am me and you are you.

I was late for my very first class.

I had no idea what Journalism school was going to be like.
I had never even envisaged doing Journalism studies until 4 months before I got admission. I did not know what to expect and I was thoroughly enthusiastic about studies by the time school began.
It was not the first time I was being admitted at an Undergrad level .It was not the second either. Let’s just say I have had my share of self-orientation (will do a post on that).
I was standing right at the door when my beloved lecturer whizzed right through the only, other door and began his lecture instantly.
A hundred or so of us have been admitted into the first year at the department of Journalism and Mass Communication this academic year, less than 20 attended that lecture. I was not one of them.
I did get what he taught on that blessed morning…but that is for another post.
My issue is with my realization of what Journalism school is.
After the lecture, I was bold enough to follow my lecturer and provide an apology. Here is what it sounded like:
Me: Excuse me professor (at the time I really thought he was… P.S: he deserves to be btw)
My Lecturer.: ”Yes!?”
Me: “I just wanted to apologize for not being able to attend your class”.
My Lecturer: “uh huh…yes…go and fix your life”.
I will probably never forget those words. Reasons:
1. I spoke from his back (I mean he doesn’t even know what I look like)
2. He never gave me a glance. (I am very useless Part II)
3. He was really well dressed.
The last point doesn’t really matter ;). Suffice to say, I was heartbroken. This man is a great man. Seriously. I had audience to utter words to a globally acclaimed lecturer and all I could pull out was the single truth that something is(actually,was) wrong with my life?!
Man, that sucks.
My mates thought I was stupid to have even dared. I felt stupid but I did not show it. I could not. I have a new face now. I used to be different. The only thing constant in life is change, and now, we will both find out how.