Accounting Lessons Day 1 Experience

My first week in college was just a nightmare. It all started after admission to college. I had just completed my High School education and was on a high gear to keep the momentum of working hard in school.

Having performed well in High School, I knew accounting was my course since I always dreamed of being an accountant or an auditor since my lower grade classes. I was convinced that accounting was for focused and dedicated individuals from the examples of the bankers in our local town. And hence, I had to follow suit and pursue my dreams.

On my first day at school, I had a timetable for my first accounting class, Introduction to accounting, indicating the scheduled class was in AH 1 from 9 a.m- 11 a.m. By 8;30 a.m, I embarked on moving to the indicated venue to attend my first class. Upon arrival, I could see fresh faces of students, who looked new from their faces, books and uniform.

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I had to confirm from a few friends if I was in the right class, and there I was. After a couple of minutes, a tall, dark and slim man entered the class and greeted us. From the look of things, he appeared to be the tutor as he put his books on the teacher’s locker.

He welcomed us in a polite way, briefing us on some few tips of surviving in accounting classes and life around the campus. The tall man introduced himself as Mr. Jones, and was to take us through most of the units in accounting in the course of our study.

Mr. Jones appeared composed and even took us through some few tips of excelling in our accounting lessons. I was so much excited being in my dream class for my dream course. Abruptly, the teacher shouted, “Stop! Has anyone seen my car?” The whole class went silent since no one could comprehend what was going on and it was just our first class.

Mr. Jones perused through his books as he searched for something, though no one was sure what he was looking for. All of a sudden, he called the class off as he said he had forgotten his car at the restaurant, about twenty miles away.

There was a loud thunder as the class laughed at how our tutor had forgotten his car and had to rush back to collect it. We later learnt that Mr. Jones was mentally unstable and experienced such moments on many instances in the middle of his classes.

However, he was highly regarded by the rest of the school for his deep knowledge in accounting concepts and skills. That was how our first accounting class ended as the classed laughed off at Mr. Jones, our newest joke in campus.

 


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