ON MY DEAR & DEAD FRIEND JEREMY

Jeremy would probably be the unluckiest guy in the diploma classes, but the survived one. It was very tough for him to understand lessons which instructor taught. He maintained his thoughts of immature quality. ‘Dubiety’ was often his soul –mate. Scarcely could he understand the conclusion of the chapters, which his classmates already gained. Something like a motor-or a device or an external factor like a clearer sky or a beautiful natural wind was essential for him to accelerate him. He went one loop to connect with the other, either in the case of theories or in the other side of practical exercises. In addition, the instructor ‘Manuel’ was always his nightmare and many of his classes seemed to him like he was running away with some fret and sat unwillingly in most of his time stinting in our gloomiest College.