In life, there are things we do that we initially take as mistakes, but in the end, they turn out well, and we become glad that we allowed those “mistakes” to happen. We’ve all experienced this kind of situation, and in this blog, I want to share one of those experiences of mine.
During my second year in school, there was a time I wasn’t around on campus. In fact, I was in school that day, but I left the campus to attend to an urgent matter off-campus. While I was away, my friends called me to inform me that the lecturer we had at that moment — the one about to teach us — said he wanted to conduct a test. According to them, he noticed that the number of students around was not much, so he wanted to take advantage of that to punish those who weren’t in class by giving the test unexpectedly.
At that time, where I was was very far from school, but I couldn’t afford to miss the test. So, I quickly boarded a bus and headed back to school. Meanwhile, I begged my friends to find a way to write the test for me if I didn’t make it on time. Unfortunately, they told me the lecturer was being very strict with supervision and there was no way they could write on my behalf without being caught.
Fast forward, after about a 25-minute drive, I got to school and met the hall in chaos, students shouting, running around, and desperately trying to find ways to write during the dying minutes of the test. By this time, there was no way the lecturer could control the hall anymore. I quickly joined in and began writing. Barely a minute later, the lecturer suddenly announced that everyone should submit. We all rushed to the front to submit because we knew if we wasted even a second, the lecturer would not accept our booklets again.
After we had all submitted, I went to meet my friends, and they were completely surprised to see me in the hall because they had already written and submitted the test for me!
Omg! What a mistake!
Did you get that? They submitted for me, and I also submitted the one I wrote myself. By then, there was no way we could reach out to the lecturer to explain or sort things out, because if the lecturer discovered two booklets with the same name and matric number, it would automatically lead to a much bigger issue.
Guess what? When the result eventually came out, we saw that I scored very well — and my score was not cancelled.
A good mistake indeed!
Image used is mine
