When i entered college, i made a solemn promise to myself that i would do all what it takes to graduate with flying colors.
It requires a lot pf sacrifices which i was more than eager to take. I don't want to indulge in any illegal stuffs to be able to make my A's because i know that with hardwok and determination i will achieve a good grades.
This made me to be very picky with people i hang out with. If you are someone that dosen't show any seriousness towards your studies i would do myself a favour by avoiding your company after all they say bad company corrupts good morale.
Many lecturers are being known for their strickness thus some students hangs around them a lot to get favoured grades while others give them money for good grades.
Are you suprised? That is how corruption has eaten deep into my country's educational sector.
I promised myself that i would graduate with flying colors without bribing my way through. Every grades of mine must be merited and deserved.
So i read and read.
I burned my midnight candles.
I am not naturally a bright student but i know that if i work hard enough my future would be bright.
My grades were straight A's and B's throughout and people wondered who was number 117. That was my registration number and it was with it that my grades were being uploaded. Everyone in the department have their own too. You have to really be close to someone to know their registration number and in my case only few people knew that registration number 117 was me.
Everything was going as i envisioned it untill my final year in the university. My head of department was assigned to me as my project supervisor. What i passed through in her hands was an experience i never wish to remember. Some days i would wait from morning till 6:30pm just to be able to talk to her about my project but she always have one or two excuses why she can't attend to me. It's either that it was already late or that she was tired.
The day for project defence came and it was a disaster. One can tell that i wasn't prepared atall and the project was a 6 credit unit course.
Is that how all my four years of hardwork would be washed down the drain?
I cried and cried.
My friend refused that i sleep alone and so she took me to her house. I got myself drunk with alcohol and tears.
The next day i continued from where I stopped. I knew that i will not get an A or B in that project and that would definitely affect my result. My Gp was already in second class upper and having a C or D in a 6 unit course will definitely take me down to second class lower.
When the project grades was pested my worst fear was finally confirmed. It was boldly written...
**117 : C**
I started crying again. My world crumbled and i suddenly turned into a sad girl. I can be happy for five minutes and sad for twenty minutes. My friends tried to console me but it was hard to listen to them. They said that i have worked so hard that not even a C from a 6 credit unit course can pull me down to any low grade.
When our statement of result and certificate was given to us after graduation, it was boldy written...
**Second Class Upper**
My friends were all shouting "i told you so".
It was a moment of great relief for me and it brought to an end my weeks of long suffering.
Thinking about it later, i was all smiles as i congratulated myself for the hard work. Had it been that terrible C didn't happen, who knows i may have graduated with a first class.
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