As humans, at different points in life, we are faced with difficulties that may seem too impossible to overcome. Even kids have their challenges. Different times, even to date, I still find myself in those webs, but I believe I'm a lot more wiser to try different approaches to overcome. Some scenarios played in my mind, from which it was a tough choice on which to use as the illustration for this prompt.
However, I have chosen to dwell on one that happened years ago when I was a teenager. I was in junior secondary school, and a new subject had just been included in our schools curriculum. It was called 'shorthand.'' I don't know if I got it correct, but it is a typing method that made use of a typewriting machine, which we never even got to see(or use) because ours was done on paper. I remember well how I got punished numerously and severely,alongside some of my classmates, for always performing terribly at it.
Something that I have come to learn about life is, when you're in a situation or a fix, in that moment, that trouble might seem like the biggest that could ever exist, it would almost seem like that it would swallow you up and you'd never get out of it. And that was how I felt back then. However, the moment you got out of it and passed that stage and maybe get hit with the next big yhing, you will look back at it, shake you or even laugh at yourself fpr querying about something that you now consider small and not worth the sweat. Just like you'd play a game and consider level twelve to be difficult, but wait until you hit level twenty. That's just life.
Shorthand dealt with me. I didn't understand those signs, the slants, all the decorated punctuation marks that either looked like where a child was playing or resembled reverse Chinese. It confused me a lot, and I never hot them no matter how I studied. And I got punished a lot for it. Any day, I had the class, which was Tuesdays and Thursdays, i would be so scared to go to school and would wish that something willl happen so the teacher wouldn't show up. Once or twice, i prayed that the teacher would fall sick or get sacked, and my school would scrap out the subject completely. Fortunately for the teacher and infortunately for me, that never happened. I then resigned myself to fate that I could never get it and stayed on the sidelines to murmur about why we should even be learning something like that from the Stone Ages. Something we may never have need for in the future. Yes, maybe i was right, because up until today, I've never met anyone who uses shorthand to do his works. Maybe except the 'xup, hbd, aw u,' thag we see online from people who can't type rightly. I know they're a lot different, but even for me, I'd even prefer these ones to those ones cause, i saw shege. It was a difficult time for me. And, of course not, i mever got around to learning it. You don’t even know the relief i felt when i passed that class. I could have gone for a Thanksgiving service in church.
I hope that this was interesting to read. Thanks for coming around.
