mohammadali
09-07-2012, 03:16 PM
hello friends this is my first short story. before i havn`t wrire even simple things in english. and totally this the first time that i take a pen in my hands. please tell me what you think about the story
The youth
I opened the first page of that old and dusty notebook. The dust on the notebook showed it hadn`t been touched for years. I have been kind of allergic to dust and these things all my life, so I was turning the pages with reluctance. It was really stupid to be in that stupid basement, but I had no choice as I wanted to sell the old house of grand pa's and before everything I needed to pack everything that was in the house.
The first pages of the notebook were about childhood so I skipped those pages swiftly for I hate children. It was really nice to find that notebook and also I was keen on knowing something about his youth, so I turned the pages much faster. The notebook was really dusty and I couldn`t stand it. Suddenly what I was looking for came up: University.
I am 19 years old. Today is the first day of university. I have always been waiting for this day. I am studying English Literature. I really love my major. When people asked me what I had wanted to study, I always said, “English Literature”. From the time I was at high school I have wanted to study this field. Being a writer has always been my dream and now I have good feelings about that, I am close to all of my dream. I am so happy that I am at university and got the chance to study English Literature.
Suddenly my cellphone rang. It was your mother but I really don’t know why I rejected and didn’t answer it and then turned my cellphone off; maybe I wanted to read the notebook to the end and I didn1t want to be distracted by anything; any way I cannot remember what the reason was , but I turned it off.
Standing for long time made me tired I couldn’t stand on my legs anymore, so I looked for a chair or something. I couldn't find anything in the basement so I went upstairs maybe I could find something. In the hall there was a chair but it was dusty and the legs were really weak. There was nothing better so I didn’t have any other chance I had to stand on my own leg or sit on the chair; I preferred the latter. Then I continued:
Study, study and study is everything for me. I wish to study and read books so one day not so far away I become a role model to everyone in the world and after I die people say good things about me and read my books and say my words and sentences after my death. Being a good professor is my dream but I can picture myself standing in front of a big class in Oxford and teach a hundred students “Romanticism”. Today I went to university with all these dreams. While my teachers were talking, I don`t know what they were talking about I was daydreaming and it was really nice.
People say my university is good, so do I. The first day of going to university is tantamount to living alone. Today my parents left me here and went back to their hometown , but I must admit that I really like to be alone ,for, when you are alone you will have more time to think and study and whatever.
It was really difficult to see the pages as it was dark. Everywhere was dark. I turned on the only light there was but surely it didn`t work, as a light bulb is not expected to last for 20 years. The house had been vacant for 20 years and everything was damaged or something. I went to the yard and took a lamp which was in my car and returned to the house. I kept reading but it was impossible because of hunger. I thought it would be better to keep reading to finish the notebook because it was somehow maybe the last 30 pages.
Now I am in my second semester. During the first semester I found out something. University is not where I thought it was, it is really different from the image I had of the university. I can say now I have changed my mind about universities. Everything is different from what I expected, I never had so low of an opinion of the universities, but I think it would be better in the future.
Professors come to the class while they seem drowsy and so do the students. Honestly, they depress me. The teachers' job is to teach but they don`t teach anything I can even say they are wasting my time. Sometimes the situation can get even worse and the class will turn out to be a nightmare and then I can`t stand the class any more so I choose not to attend the class or even if I do I will leave the class earlier than it is over. Sometimes I think my teachers don`t know anything I dunno whether I am right or wrong though, but I believe it. Sometimes I like it when they kill the time but most of the time I hate it. They don`t teach us anything so we can have fun. Having fun is much more important than knowledge maybe.
I was starving and I couldn`t keep reading so I went to the yard again and grabbed a biscuit. I have diabetes and have to eat something as soon as I get hungry. I munched on some biscuit and then continued reading. It was the last pages and I was happy that it will finish sooner and I will get rid of that old frightening house. People tend to believe old houses are haunted and these things but I am not a superstitious person.
I cannot believe that I have passed 3 semesters and finishing the fourth semester. It passed really so fast. I am half way through and there are four other damn semesters left. It is more than 2 months I have been thinking about leaving the university and and running away from this altogether . I dunno whether it is wrong or not but I have thought enough I am not going to university anymore. I can`t tolerate it anymore. I hate teachers, students, university and everything. I hate myself, I hate Literature, I hate reading, studying. I just wanna die, I wanna kill them all. Yes I wanna set the university on fire. I hate oxford, I hate writers, I hate everything. University feels like a prison even worse than prison, it’s like hell. I don`t want to be in this hell anymore. Everybody is stupid here. But before I go I have something to do. I have to kill my teachers, yeah I must kill them all, I must kill my classmates, I must take revenge. They killed my dreams. They killed me, they ruined my life, and they took my dreams. I hate everything in the world. I won`t go to university anymore I can`t see them. When you go to class then they will just waste your time I wonder how dare they can call themselves professors while the students are no better; I went to the computer site, it has 15 computers 2 of them were damaged and didn`t work one of them had problems and you couldn`t use it. Other computers were occupied by students. 2 of them were playing angry birds, one of them was playing football, 3 of them were chatting on the Facebook, one of them was downloading music and another one was watching brides and grooms clothes. At the beginning it was funny but it took me more than 45 minutes to be able to use a computer. After that I went to the campus , I saw students talking and sipping tea and having fun as they usually do, While I was walking I could hear them but I swear I didn`t listen to them just heard them. They were talking about different topics like clothes, parties, boyfriend, girlfriend, the length of other student`s nose and all the usual gossip. I hate them all.
I am tired of everything what I know is, I wouldn`t go to Uni anymore. I wanna insult them kill them and set them ablaze, then leave here.
That was the last page of the notebook. I felt drowsy and tired and badly needed to get some sleep. Suddenly I remembered my own university, my classmates, the teachers and all. I understood what grandpa was saying, because my university was the same. I can say it was really shocking because grandpa never said anything about going to university. I never thought he had gone to university also he hated and always told me to leave university. That was why he hated university.
He always talked about money and starting a new night club or a company or something. He was so rich. He had more than a hundred night clubs but he kept opening another one. He said people will come to my clubs because they love clubs and having fun. He said people would more hunger after money so they can have fun rather than using their brain and life is having fun and all.
After reading that notebook which was my grandpa`s dairy I find out he had left university to open bars and night clubs. He had so many night clubs so many bars and now all of them are mine and one day all of them will be yours my dear. My son it was my first book which I published it with so many difficulty. No one was going to publish it, but at the end I did it.
The youth
I opened the first page of that old and dusty notebook. The dust on the notebook showed it hadn`t been touched for years. I have been kind of allergic to dust and these things all my life, so I was turning the pages with reluctance. It was really stupid to be in that stupid basement, but I had no choice as I wanted to sell the old house of grand pa's and before everything I needed to pack everything that was in the house.
The first pages of the notebook were about childhood so I skipped those pages swiftly for I hate children. It was really nice to find that notebook and also I was keen on knowing something about his youth, so I turned the pages much faster. The notebook was really dusty and I couldn`t stand it. Suddenly what I was looking for came up: University.
I am 19 years old. Today is the first day of university. I have always been waiting for this day. I am studying English Literature. I really love my major. When people asked me what I had wanted to study, I always said, “English Literature”. From the time I was at high school I have wanted to study this field. Being a writer has always been my dream and now I have good feelings about that, I am close to all of my dream. I am so happy that I am at university and got the chance to study English Literature.
Suddenly my cellphone rang. It was your mother but I really don’t know why I rejected and didn’t answer it and then turned my cellphone off; maybe I wanted to read the notebook to the end and I didn1t want to be distracted by anything; any way I cannot remember what the reason was , but I turned it off.
Standing for long time made me tired I couldn’t stand on my legs anymore, so I looked for a chair or something. I couldn't find anything in the basement so I went upstairs maybe I could find something. In the hall there was a chair but it was dusty and the legs were really weak. There was nothing better so I didn’t have any other chance I had to stand on my own leg or sit on the chair; I preferred the latter. Then I continued:
Study, study and study is everything for me. I wish to study and read books so one day not so far away I become a role model to everyone in the world and after I die people say good things about me and read my books and say my words and sentences after my death. Being a good professor is my dream but I can picture myself standing in front of a big class in Oxford and teach a hundred students “Romanticism”. Today I went to university with all these dreams. While my teachers were talking, I don`t know what they were talking about I was daydreaming and it was really nice.
People say my university is good, so do I. The first day of going to university is tantamount to living alone. Today my parents left me here and went back to their hometown , but I must admit that I really like to be alone ,for, when you are alone you will have more time to think and study and whatever.
It was really difficult to see the pages as it was dark. Everywhere was dark. I turned on the only light there was but surely it didn`t work, as a light bulb is not expected to last for 20 years. The house had been vacant for 20 years and everything was damaged or something. I went to the yard and took a lamp which was in my car and returned to the house. I kept reading but it was impossible because of hunger. I thought it would be better to keep reading to finish the notebook because it was somehow maybe the last 30 pages.
Now I am in my second semester. During the first semester I found out something. University is not where I thought it was, it is really different from the image I had of the university. I can say now I have changed my mind about universities. Everything is different from what I expected, I never had so low of an opinion of the universities, but I think it would be better in the future.
Professors come to the class while they seem drowsy and so do the students. Honestly, they depress me. The teachers' job is to teach but they don`t teach anything I can even say they are wasting my time. Sometimes the situation can get even worse and the class will turn out to be a nightmare and then I can`t stand the class any more so I choose not to attend the class or even if I do I will leave the class earlier than it is over. Sometimes I think my teachers don`t know anything I dunno whether I am right or wrong though, but I believe it. Sometimes I like it when they kill the time but most of the time I hate it. They don`t teach us anything so we can have fun. Having fun is much more important than knowledge maybe.
I was starving and I couldn`t keep reading so I went to the yard again and grabbed a biscuit. I have diabetes and have to eat something as soon as I get hungry. I munched on some biscuit and then continued reading. It was the last pages and I was happy that it will finish sooner and I will get rid of that old frightening house. People tend to believe old houses are haunted and these things but I am not a superstitious person.
I cannot believe that I have passed 3 semesters and finishing the fourth semester. It passed really so fast. I am half way through and there are four other damn semesters left. It is more than 2 months I have been thinking about leaving the university and and running away from this altogether . I dunno whether it is wrong or not but I have thought enough I am not going to university anymore. I can`t tolerate it anymore. I hate teachers, students, university and everything. I hate myself, I hate Literature, I hate reading, studying. I just wanna die, I wanna kill them all. Yes I wanna set the university on fire. I hate oxford, I hate writers, I hate everything. University feels like a prison even worse than prison, it’s like hell. I don`t want to be in this hell anymore. Everybody is stupid here. But before I go I have something to do. I have to kill my teachers, yeah I must kill them all, I must kill my classmates, I must take revenge. They killed my dreams. They killed me, they ruined my life, and they took my dreams. I hate everything in the world. I won`t go to university anymore I can`t see them. When you go to class then they will just waste your time I wonder how dare they can call themselves professors while the students are no better; I went to the computer site, it has 15 computers 2 of them were damaged and didn`t work one of them had problems and you couldn`t use it. Other computers were occupied by students. 2 of them were playing angry birds, one of them was playing football, 3 of them were chatting on the Facebook, one of them was downloading music and another one was watching brides and grooms clothes. At the beginning it was funny but it took me more than 45 minutes to be able to use a computer. After that I went to the campus , I saw students talking and sipping tea and having fun as they usually do, While I was walking I could hear them but I swear I didn`t listen to them just heard them. They were talking about different topics like clothes, parties, boyfriend, girlfriend, the length of other student`s nose and all the usual gossip. I hate them all.
I am tired of everything what I know is, I wouldn`t go to Uni anymore. I wanna insult them kill them and set them ablaze, then leave here.
That was the last page of the notebook. I felt drowsy and tired and badly needed to get some sleep. Suddenly I remembered my own university, my classmates, the teachers and all. I understood what grandpa was saying, because my university was the same. I can say it was really shocking because grandpa never said anything about going to university. I never thought he had gone to university also he hated and always told me to leave university. That was why he hated university.
He always talked about money and starting a new night club or a company or something. He was so rich. He had more than a hundred night clubs but he kept opening another one. He said people will come to my clubs because they love clubs and having fun. He said people would more hunger after money so they can have fun rather than using their brain and life is having fun and all.
After reading that notebook which was my grandpa`s dairy I find out he had left university to open bars and night clubs. He had so many night clubs so many bars and now all of them are mine and one day all of them will be yours my dear. My son it was my first book which I published it with so many difficulty. No one was going to publish it, but at the end I did it.