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I could never grow tired of telling this story. I wouldn't assume this to be my first or even second time of sharing it here.
When we put in effort, we expect results. There's just something thar stirs up in us when we are able to get some little proceeds from giving in our time and effort.
For years after I left high school, I stayed back at home. I tried and tried to get into the university, but in spite of the good scores I was making from writing JAMB and PUME, I either wasn't getting the course I really wanted to pursue or I wasn't getting any one at all(not like I had plans to take just anyone).
Around me, my friends from high school and my other friends from outside of high school were all admitted to the university, and subsequently, a number of them were rounding up and graduating. I know a number of them who didn't have as high a grade as I did but who got admitted. They'd join me to lament about the educational system of the country.
That year, I worked so hard, harder than I'd done in previous years, and was so convinced that I'd get the admission. Which I did. But, it wasn't the course I wanted. Not even remotely near. I got organic chemistry, while what I strived for was civil engineering. It was devastating.
But I was determined not to let all the time I had spent at home, and the previous results that I had worked so hard to get, go to waste.
And so I took up the course for organic chemistry. It should have been demoralizing for me to have to study that. It almost was. And yet, it was the reason I worked a dozen times as hard as I did before then. I looked back at all the time amd resource wasted and envisioned a few years after, when I would be done with the university stage, and all I pictured was a time when my words would be, "Alas, I did it!"
So I studied very hard. The goal was to ace all my courses in my year one and make very good grades and reach the mark eligible for transfer to the department that I want. In addition, i took the JAMB exam again, just in case. And i did well. My grades were good for transfer, but then came the skepticism and anxiety from hearing about people who had done well in the past but weren't transferred and those who lost altogether.
For fear, I still went with applying for the transfer. While I waited for the shortlist list, admission from taking jamb came in, and I got what I always wanted. And I changed schools. I couldn't have been any happier.
Nights and days of study, attending lessons, and depriving myself a whole lot proved effective.
My efforts were not in vain, and it was elating.
I hope that this was interesting to read. Thanks for coming around.
