I welcome you all to my blog. I came across this contest quite late, but I am not going to let it pass me by as I have so many memories I'd like to share as well.
No doubt school was fun, especially as senior prefects back then. We felt like we were on top of the world and no one else was above us; only a few teachers could still bend us to their will while the rest made way for us or called on higher authority to put us in our place.
As junior students, we were puppets to the senior prefects; they crushed us whenever they liked. As junior students, the worst thing that can happen to you is when the prefects take you to their class; that's what we call a blanket punishment." Every part of your body will be sour by the time you step out of that class.
Sometimes I stay and reminisce about certain things, then burst into laughter. Someone who does not know me will think I have a mental disorder, but the memory just popped up, and I could not help but let it out by laughing. Loads of memories are still running through my mind, which actually helps keep me going in this hard time or phase of life.
I was educated on a military base, so surprises were imminent. Sometimes they send military personnel to school to ensure orderliness and complete decorum. You don't know the day they will come; sometimes we will just be shouting on top of our voices, and the next thing you hear is all of you lying down. The whipping follows.
One incident I can never forget was in JSS 3, where we were given an assignment on English language, but I had no textbook to use and get my assignment done, so my plan was to go to school very early the following day so I could copy from friends or colleagues, but things did not go as planned that morning. I woke up very late, and before I could round up my chores, I was already late for school.
On reaching my class, I immediately rushed to collect a friend's note and started writing. Not even after 5 minutes, the English teacher stepped in and asked everyone to submit their assignment. My friend collected his note and gave it to her. The number of people who did the assignment was very small, so she separated them from the rest of us.
The worst happened that day. Just as she was about to start flogging us herself, military men stepped into the class and asked her what we did. She explained, and they smiled at us and asked her to let them punish us. Long story short, the next day I could not make it to school as I could not walk well after a series of frog jumps and picking of pins while they flogged us on the back.
That day I regretted going to school, but now I remember how some of my classmates were begging the men with tears running down their faces, and it makes me laugh. Even though some made false promises, like, "Sir, I will do the dishes in your house," these men paid deaf ears to all these pleas until they were satisfied.
school was fun, though we were praying to graduate and leave; now we want just a day with those ugly classmates of ours 😂.
