![]() ![]() Welcome to /r/boardgames! The #1 reddit source for news, information, and discussion about modern board games. ![]() Join us on IRC or via your preferred IRC platform via libera.chat #boardgames. If you're looking to schedule an AMA, set-up a live event post, or collaborate with us in any way, reach out via modmail! New user on the sub? Please make sure you read our rules below and check out our Contribution Guides since we have additional rules regarding specific topics. It’s never late to start the journey all over again.Flair icons are BoardGameGeek microbadges and are used with permission. To truncate this story I wouldn’t have made it without the unflinching determination I had. I’m now in the premium university going to the next level. At least I took over that position till I completed SHS again. This made me one of those crème de la crème. Out of the many brilliant students I was amongst the best 3. I didn’t open up to my classmates because I wasn’t friendly. I was reluctant to check mine because I didn’t believe it will go on well. Everyone went out to check their results. After mid-term school resumed and results were out. I managed to sit for the exams and surprisingly, results are pasted all over schools after each exam. This was because I was scared to fail again. If I had my way I wouldn’t have written the exam. Really! I just joined and this was a different course. Just after two weeks, a timetable for a midterm exam was out. I was in class entirely every day, no breaks, nothing. My first week in school was hell seeing girls you’re older than sitting in the same class as you. That was innate, the girl hiding behind closed doors. My neighbors thought I was that condescending girl since I did not really socialize with people. It was a daunting task but I needed to psyche my mind in a bid to start afresh.Īs draining and daunting as it was, I left home early hours of the mornings and got home when it was dusk all in a bid to avoid answering some questions which could bug me. Albeit my elderly brother was also disappointed, he had no choice than to give me the command I will go back to secondary school till I gained admission for university too. Haplessly, there was no one around to lean on. All I needed during that hard moment was someone who could encourage and assure me of a very sanguine future. I was not gutsy enough to say my mind in my father’s house. An austere man and disciplinarian my dad was, I could not utter a word or say my opinion as I was also entitled to my opinion. My family took a unanimous decision that I needed to go back to secondary school again. It was a tough decision. It was an abysmal performance that I could not sleep, dine wine or even talk to my family because it was embarrassing. Ironically, I was the known student who went around campus organizing classes and teaching my seniors LIFO and FIFO. I knew I was failing Mathematics, Accounting and Science little did I know that I was failing Costing as well. My result right in my face! I had sunk woefully. A clumsy moment it was.ĭad instructed me to take that sheet of paper lying on the table. I got palpitation when I saw them at the doorway because that was outlandish of them. Interestingly, my mum, dad and elder sister were seated at the threshold of our door when I got home. It wasn’t my results but my mood totally changed. She smiled, shrugged and said that wasn’t the case rather, and our class rep had 5 Fs. I realized she was unhappy, swiftly, I had to calm her by reminding her how astute and a keen student she was. Without mincing words, I told her I do not know my fate that moment because my elderly sister had asked for my index number to check. Though my friend stated that she will check hers that night, her face lost its usual appeal. We were ecstatic to see each other as we last met during our final sit of our West Africa Senior Secondary School Certificate Examination. We hugged and giggled (you know how we ladies do it).Īfter, we sat and had a long conversation with regard to the WASSCE results. I visited a very close friend of mine long after we completed Senior High School. ![]() But as the cliché goes “time heals all wounds.” It has not been an easy journey a difficult chapter it has been in my life. It is a story that put me in a state of humility whenever it crosses m y mind. Permit me to share my story with you all. ![]()
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