Academically, I feel stressed. The past few weeks have been a whole lot, and it seems it just keeps getting worse.
Earlier last week, I had to prepare for a test, and trust me, I found myself in that 'uninterested' kind of mood. I was trying really hard to put so much information in my brain at once, but it was like my brain was laughing at me and telling me, 'dey play!'
Because tell me, who reads bulks of material 12 hours before their test? Well, the more I read, the more it looked like the pages and written words were written in Spanish, and I could barely comprehend them.
After a lot of back and forth, pressing of the phone in between, even dozing off at some point, I finally finished reading.
I moved to the venue of my test, met one of my very good friends on the way, and we walked down together to the venue.
Getting there, we moved to the front seat, and that is because we were trying to avoid the notorious students at the back and not get into trouble when any of them got caught doing any sort of malpractice.
We sat together, started the test, and oh boy! It was a test indeed, because it tested me on all sides 😅.
My friend and I tried not to communicate as much as we could. But then, someone spoke behind us, and a particular lecturer looked towards us, and assumed that we were the ones talking, then he asked her to leave and move to the back seat of the class.
She took her script and her phone and went to the back.
I finished before her and went outside. I met a few of our friends gathered together, gisting and talking about the likely answer to each question.
I stood with them and interjected once in a while.
Not long after, my friend came out and joined us. We were laughing and making banter with each other. We were moving towards home when I asked her for her phone so I could take pictures.
Oh dear! That was when the real hullabaloo started.
She checked her bag, nothing! She checked her jeans pocket, nothing!
At this point, we actually thought someone was playing a prank on us.
We ran back into the test hall, searched everywhere, but didn't find the phone.
I called the phone multiple times; it kept ringing and no one was picking.
It was a really sad situation. We reported the case to the student union security so they could do something about it, but still, nothing has been done so far.
I have never seen my friend cry as much as she did that day. It was even worse because I didn't know how best to console her.
I can't say I can relate to her pain, no I can't. I haven't experienced her kind of pain, and at the same time, I tried to avoid telling her that God will provide another one, when I know the situation of things with her.
I'm not disputing the fact that God can come through for her though; I'm just a little bit of a realist. Maybe it is because I'm studying Philosophy.
We are currently in the process of tracking the phone, and I really hope we apprehend the person who has put all of us in this situation. I only hope we find it because the phone is quite expensive, running to almost half a million.
It was a sad day for her, and even us, her friends, inclusive.
Do you think the lecturer taking her away from beside me could be faulted too? Because if he hadn't, the likelihood that we wouldn't have lost the phone is high.
Or do you think that this happened because it was a preordained kind of situation?
I want to hear your opinion.