At a point you develop thoughts
that if you fail to express, what an injury to the heart! It happens to me that
if I do not retreat from a pleasure to some solemn moment of reflection I won’t
have enjoyed a time as best as it could be. In this article are but a few real
expressions of life as an undergraduate- a summary of my diary.
I could still have my first full-year
diary if the person I called a girlfriend in sophomore had not stolen it and
later soaked out of what she called anger. A long story there though I healed.
To lose a diary is to lose a past. I took to daily diary writing so as to lead
a life of head and tail having feared that often life (as a youth) is a walk on
a thin rope- easy to mess if you lack a clear day to day goal. When I read back
only an empty skull and a reduced tail is portrayed.
Life took off one innocent day
when ma mama who usually has time for kids than the father joined in the escort
to have me registered. That was too tender because some left their parents and
took the voyage to higher learning alone. As parents recede back doing least
visits and one visiting them hardly so does one slowly untie from an intimate
family care. Having been through secondary and even primary boarding schools
there are predictably no home sick malaria to many.
The very first people to meet in
a new place tend to offer the best friendship along unlike those one meets
later. Having been lucky to secure a quad, we only had the first day to speak
less and the other days to portray noise making abilities. There you happen to
know which friend suits your character and spend most of the time with.
Still a sophomore, friends
influence more than lectures. Who knows what goes in the minds of young chaps
sitting at the back of a lecture room? As loose as young men can be so young
girls can be. And that combination only catalyzes promiscuity. To be or not to
be part of deviation depends on the kind of hangover experienced and resources
at disposal- least of past experiences. Some are prevented from pleasures due
to reasons as lack of capital or a naïve background.
Semesters elapse and the
remaining ones are counted backwards. The unlucky self sponsored heads fail to
accumulate the heavy parallel fees that make universities more of business
opportunities and fall out. Good and bad lecturers are encountered and important
days are marked. In so small time the undergraduate woman (or man) thinks of
graduation alongside marriage just in case she didn’t conceive in the four-year
term.
Importantly is the participation
in clubs and societies. Ask me what it means and I will just look at your face. It decides the exit from college.
It is not all about cramming notes and sitting at the front, having all the
lecturers score you above average while you can’t deduce what goes on around
you. The lecturer who once scored me highly knew that I didn’t deserve it. I had
taken to her the reasons why I failed in CATs. It was the diary girl above who
had reported me as an attempted rapist. How do you prove yourself innocent
against an innocent looking serpent? She advised and turned my D’s to A’s. The
rest of the lecturers knew best what to give a mirrage learner- all the best in
their profession.
This article may lack the spirit
of what drove me to writing it. I was to dwell on hypocrisy of students to
excel in so dishonest means, to criticize group walks, to burst some lecturers
and generally express how shitty life can be in there. I could have said
something about the ladies in their small dresses but somebody told me to just
change my thoughts. That aside, we shall be positioning our hats in the
graduate way soon. We will, in one day, celebrate the efforts of many years-
somehow forgotten ups and downs. We may not remember all the people by whose
efforts our lives are better off. 8-4-4 is a long time to meet many people.
We are graduating with varying
kinds of minds if we were to divide on content of character. For so
long the decisions and habits we developed at campus will follow us. Our
highest search should be knowledge- the will to challenge the many prejudices
the current world is settled on. He who will go sit down, content of the brief
achievement will be grandson and daughter to ignorance. Ours is to remain real daughters and sons of soil in whatever we handle for the betterment of our people and humanity.
HOORAY!!!
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