Why I'll never graduate...

It’s been 16 years of trying to be somebody, trying to go somewhere, of sometimes waking up and paying attention (All you Sister Act Fans will get what am trying to say,if not click this link) .But now that it’s all said and done, I know I’ve got more sleepless nights and tireless reading sessions in future. To be honest, all through these 16 years of education, I’ve only learnt one important lesson .Which is, books will FOREVER be in my life and that’s just a reality that I can’t run away from. I will never stop learning, and I will never stop reading.

I might have thrown away the crayons and scribbled notes from pre-school, but I will never stop scribbling down crazy ideas and doodles when am bored or excited. I might have forgotten all the crazy and confusing chemical names from high school, but I will never stop reading the labels on my medical prescriptions even when I don’t know what Benzonatate really means (and I use it a lot!) I might forget what Quantum theory is and the laws of thermodynamics, but I will always know that every time I open a door physics will be applied, and that there has to be a fulcrum or a pivot somewhere. I might forget the use of colloquial language, but I will always use my vocabularies however amateur they are. I might forget what type of nerves control my brain, but I will always use my brain!

So in short, am stuck with books, and am stuck with a whole lot of knowledge in books that am yet to read. I wish I could say I was genius enough to remember all that I read, but am not. I forget a lot, but I learn enough to keep my brain thinking. From my favourite mystery novels, to the random articles I read online, to the very boring textbooks, to the exciting new bestsellers, I will always have a reason to read. And as I read may I always write. Write what inspires my heart and whatever disturbs my mind, may I always have an itch to write it all down and keep the world reading.I will always have books to read,and no amount of paper ( degree/PhD/Diploma/Masters) will determine my graduation from the School of BOOKS!

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