I reported late to school. It was so late that I was worried about what I will understand on my first day in class. Upon my arrival, I had to ask around for lecture rooms, and my department and even had to register for some of my courses. This was hell for me. A great discouragement it could have been but
my brother was around to guide me. It wasn’t easy still.
From department to department, we asked and I registered for my courses. I was a science student in school who have never studied economics but had to register it as an elective because of my reporting late. This was something I had to face chest out. I did and had hoped it might get better.
Fast forward, I registered for my courses and got into the class to study. A whole movie without subtitles was what I was watching. I met a friend who said he will guide me through. And that was how my spirit woke up.
My level 100 in university is something I can’t forget. From class to class. From study group to study group. I had a lot of time for myself to grow and try to catch up. It was almost time for mid-semester exams. I had to get myself ready to face these battles. I can’t fail just like that. With all these, the mentality was, “I am that sharp guy and have to do it. I have to prove to myself that I came here on merit. Coming late isn’t an excuse to fail. I have to make them see that burning desire for success in me.”
I reported late and that was an attention point for me. Everyone in the class noticed me when I came. A quiet student not contributing. I gave myself time like 2 weeks and I started talking in class. The front desk was mine. I was always the first to be in the class. I became the friend of lectures and I was the first person they would expect answers from when they ask questions. That was where my spirit got me. I grew and stayed up strong to be the man whom everyone looked at with the hope that everything is possible.
This was how it started. A story of a good start on the books but with no key friends.
