no strike no glory, life experience

We stumbled we created a chaos within the gates of the campus at that nick of time I watched them doing their course of action called strike. jumping up and down around the burning tyre which shoot the huge cloud of smke to form a sinisater cloud in the sky. Perhaps within my concience something did rung shoot through out the vains "yea I ma involved in this mess without knowing HOW curiously? i was having nothing to say much except to watch the tyre burns, the tyre burns and its smoke transcended through the skies above the clouds.

MMM what a cold welcome M exaclty what reaaly happens here I insisted enquiring him, he spend no time he responds at last "Sbu" continuing "this is our daily lives, each year we does this man" he left me for good.
Mean while a certain guy walks upon me and greet with a SAD look his expression talks more than the words he was going to utter to me i figurred out this from him.
"Do you really see what is happening FEDERAL" federal was a strange name i never heard of it since i arrived to the university. "yea I see what really happens here?" he pointed a bottle not so far away from us to the apartment where he was sitting from it he insisted "to me comrade strik means life, NOBODY CAN STOP ME DOING SO, WHY THE DIDNT SETTLE MY ACCOUNT FULL COMRADE." As we were having the conversation with him the crowd of academics approached near us he did stepped away at that moment, I heard by a huge noice screaming WHY din't he join us" by luck a lady whom I cannot I identifies here today did responded for me that "he is the first year he knows nothing, lets leave him."
i starred at them without a response someone says "he can join us either if he likes. cause some day it could be him he will fell what we are feeling now>"

I battled with my concience when I heard such a response from from the crowdd says "someday it could be him, he ll experience what we are experiencing now." Such words destroys me emotionally I did feet what they felt that day.

Perhaps comrades words did helped me to grow spiritually i was having no hope that the strike might come into an end after the negotiations took place with the management. At that moment I did imagined my self as the complete registed student without even a single document in hand stipulates to be so. All bad and the good things always come into an end i kept such thought in mind durings the strike as the first year.

Imagination is the highest parachure of which ones can fly high apon deflective winds, iI gave my own parachute the wings to fly up to so far. I let my imaginations to have an impact on my life, my thouights won me alive that day by imagining my self as the complete registered student

This is jjust a hint based on what iI went through as the first year acdemic, I arrived during the strike as the first year I was though that I should give up registration proccess and move on though I didn't does so i remain with others those whom were stricking for their lives

TO BE CONTINUED!