Chapter 7

He had just written his last continuous assessment paper and had just dashed out of class into the populated university territory with some friends and other students.

To tell the truth, it's been hell for him for the past one week and three days struggling to dump into his head some unreasonable pile of notes and handouts equivalent to the volume of an Oxford dictionary. The worst part of the whole show was he had neither of them complete.

"I swear, those lecturers need some hot beating," Mike said, "I couldn't even fill half of my answer sheet, I mean...where do they fetch those questions from?"

"Notes of course," he shrugged, then opened the driver's seat to fling his backpack at the back of his car.

"Yo! From the way you talk, bro it's like your paper's going to be the marking guide," Capello jutted in. "Why I no shidon corner you eh?" He regretted. 'Why did I not seat by your side?'

"Far from possible," he simply said.

He did what he could do but made sure to have given his