In life we are faced with different circumstances that forces us to make series of choices everyday, not all are considered informed choices but at the moment the best we can do with limited information we have is to just go along with the follow. at the moment the consequences of our choices matters not.
As a human, right from my childhood days, being able to differentiate between right and wrong choices has been the most difficult, right or wrong just seem like a social construct, instead I prefer to go for choices with less consequences, choices with less regret, choices I can live it. it made life a lot simpler, I spend less time thinking hard about what needed to be done but there has never been a choice without no consequence.
On different occasions or in related prompt, I have Always spoken of tales of my childhood days, those memories seems to be fading these days, maybe talking about it more often isn't all that bad😅, at least I will have somewhere to revert to when all the memories are finally gone.
Having parent from two different states can be quite challenging sometimes in ways you can't imagine, while growing up sometimes I hear my parents have petty arguments about which school is more preferable for their children and in which state, my dad has always been of the opinion that schools in Ogun State are the best, I wouldn't expect anything less, he is from Ogun State but my mum on the other had believes Lagos State educational system can't be compared to none.
When it comes to argument about children, women tends to have the upper hand but my dad was not willing to yield so they decided to compromise, we will have our primary and secondary education in Lagos State while tertiary education in Ogun State, it sounded good but everything changed immediately we moved away from our former house which was close to the school we were attending, so my dad persuaded my mum that attending boarding school in Ogun State was the best choice for us.
My brother was the first to go, since he graduated from primary school around that time, in some ways my brother was some kind of test subject to know if schools in Ogun State were enough but immediately my brother left, at first I didn't feel the need to go but gradually there are some activities that took place while my brother was preparing to leave, there are overwhelming stack of provisions and food stuff prepared for him, I grew jealous I wanted to have my own stuff too and the only way to do that was to join my brother in boarding school.
It was not as if we don't have such provisions at home but this was on a different level, when he comes home, he talks about adventurous tales about his stay in the boarding school, my interest in tagging along grew stronger ferociously. So I talked to my dad about it, since it was my choice my mom had no choice but to let go, it was one of the happiest day of my life, finally getting what I wanted.
I didn't wait for primary 6, though my parents were moving to our new home but I was strong willed enough to make them believe that I was intelligent enough to attempt common entrance, I was extremely impatient, since it was a private school, having such things done was not really difficult. I did the common entrance and lucky for me I passed.
Finally I'm in, song of praises in the air 😅, I bounced through the school gate with my new sandals and leather box majestically, my energetic vibe was unmatched. my brother was already in SS1 but that didn't help my first day in the hostel. my first night at the hostel my new sandals were stolen 😅, as if that was not bad enough, when I woke up the next morning I was on another persons' bed, I guess i as lifted in the night and placed on another bunk😂, those people are very skillful. my brother wanted me to stay in his bay [the rooms are divided by walls on both sides but without doors, so we call it bays not rooms] He didn't explain why but I refused his offer I wanted to have my own space, enjoy hostel life to the fullest😂 but I saw shege😅.
I went through series of encounter with senior student, they are like lords and kings of boarding school in the absence of hostel masters and guardians, I was really stubborn wouldn't let go of my things easily, they decided to take turns in punishing me, some didn't out of respect for my brother but most of them were senior to my brother most especially the SS2 and SS3 student, so they could do the same to my brother. Well I gave them hell in return, I dragged a lot of them to the office of the hostel master and vice principal 😅, they named me a snitch which is not really a good title in boarding school.
Source
Not to talk of bullies, the likes of a guy named Ismail and teachers in public boarding schools are sent straight from hell, they are capable of beating you so hard that your soul would feel it😅, the likes of Mr olalekan and Mr adelabu.
it became too difficult for me to handle, it wasn't what I expected it to be, the consequences were far greater than the happiness I thought I was going to derive from it. at some pointed I wanted to drop out but I didn't, eventually I made new friends and as I climbed up the ladder it became easier.
LESSONS
1) Be careful of what you wish for: Somethings in life are just beyond our wildest imaginations, though it is in human nature to easily be persuaded but all that meets the eye is not what it seems.
2) Be mindful of what you believe: Most people are fond of telling half truth just to convince you into believing they are living the best life or the most pleasant experience but reverse is the case
3) There is no such thing as perfect: it might look all Smooth at the top but underneath the whole creamy surface there is always rocky path, well I found out the hard way😅
This write-up was inspired by weekly featured content titled "All that glitters" in hive learners community.
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