Synchronicity?

I checked my facebook account today for the first time in ages, and bugger my bones if one of my old tutors from uni hadn’t sent me a message.. Funny how life works, eh?
His ten-year-old grand-daughter was teaching him to use the laptop and he thought he’d see how some of his ex-students were getting on. I replied telling him I’d won the Nobel Prize for chemistry, but I doubt he’ll believe me. I’ll definitely keep in touch with him though. He may have some useful contacts, or advice on how I can use my degree beyond working in a food store stacking shelves after midnight.
I doubt I’m the only member of our group wasting their education. Jonathan Evans used to be permanently stoned, and fell asleep during our finals after a week-long ‘revision’ binge in Brighton. I can’t imagine he’s now earning a hundred grand a year at Bayer.. We had several characters like him, though. Casey Wheeler was an American student whose dad owned a publishing company, and was only in the UK “for anal sex and soccer.” I tended not to socialise with him much. Then there was Michael Demastrious. He was trying to study chemistry, physics and applied mathematics alongside each other, and ended up dressing in cardboard convinced the Dean of his college was a vampire. Too much study and too little food, the psychiatrists said.
Sometimes I think I’m saner than I realise..

And that, my fine friends, is 100 blogs and counting!

RC 25-1-09
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