The day has started. I should go to the office, but instead I’m off to London. One of the members of my team just got appointed as a member of a certain society, and I obviously have to be there. I am of the opinion that it is only good manners to be there for members of my principal team during their wins.
Thereafter, I have to travel to another state. I’m needed there. A governor’s wife just got a new position, and you see, that is definitely where my attention must be. It is in my view a sure way to keep this great institution in the tower.
A little before 12 pm, I got a Tuesday call. Some students are asking for better facilities? Ha! It is like they don’t know. This great institution is just a paper house. There are no funds to keep it afloat. Only by flying can I drum up the required funds to keep the legs of our institution afloat.
I can’t afford to miss the next meeting. It is with a former student who seems to have a lot of money now. We need to seize this opportunity and wring them to donate to the school. What is all that talk about students not being able to go to school because of the increased fees? If they can’t afford the fees, do they not have predecessors who are bound to bear their brunt?
An article somewhere about students being the future or something like that was published by the media some weeks ago. It said something about an action being against the ideals talked about in the anthem. I don’t know what it was talking about. It is basic logic to understand that ideals sit in one place, and reality sits in another.
Anyways, while I’m flying to another meeting to meet another great alumnus of the school, someone tells me there’s a Wednesday uproar in the school. I’m absolutely shocked! Students? In the streets? Of my school? After traveling to all these places for them, and they are still going out into the streets?
We had not any idea in the slightest about the memo. It wasn’t too much of a big deal to send out a memo of our own, stating the mere facts. We had no idea of such happening in the school environment, and the memo definitely didn’t come from us. The day in the life of the leader of such an august institution is so packed. Meetings with delegates from abroad, flying around the world to receive accolades, traveling all over the country to meet with august personalities to resuscitate the poor scope of the University, takes up much of a day.
If I am now to add such duties as keeping up with the things that are happening on campus, ensuring that the school facilities are well maintained, and other such duties, I won’t even have time for myself again! Or time to see her. Or even worse, I may not have time to go around and source for funds for this absolutely poor university! Held up somewhere abroad, the places are hard to keep straight when you’re a regular flier, like me. I go to sleep with my heart at rest, knowing that I am dedicating my hard-earned time and effort to doing things that matters most for our poor university; sourcing for funds. And I will wake up tomorrow yet again in service of this great and august institution.
PostScript – This work addresses neither a character nor an issue. It is only a satire. It addresses itself, and should not be victimized for that. The times already have been too hard for its author.
