Do I believe in miracles? Yes, I do believe in miracles. Have I experienced one? Yes, I have. I have always heard people say they experience miracles in different areas of their lives and I've always wished to encounter such also. The story I'm about to share might not look like a miracle, but to me, it is because a miracle is known as something unexpected that is something you had no idea of or something that humans cannot comprehend.
As a student, some courses are of major concern to me and part of such courses is spectroscopy, a chemistry course. I took this course in my first semester, and since the beginning of the semester, I've been struggling to understand and assimilate, but it seems impossible. I took extra coaching and did some private reading on this particular course. The lecturer taking this course is someone who is so disciplined and strict when it comes to marking, so I knew I was in a big soup if I didn't get a good understanding of the course. I missed one of the tests conducted, which carried 30 marks; the second test was more or less like I didn't write because I did just one question then, which became a concern to me.
When I was to write the exam for this course, I stressed my brain more than I could ever imagined I did. I was reading like I didn't have another exam to write aside that spectroscopy course, and one thing was my aim: I didn't want to have a carryover. Since my first year, I haven't had a carryover, and I don't want to ever have it, so I knew I had to input all my energy. The exam day for this particular course was postponed, and it was then I began to get scared. When the day finally arrived, I told my seat partner she'd assist me with anyone I didn't know but then God had another plan for me.
My worst nightmare, the invigilator I never wished to meet again till I graduate was the one to invigilate my hall. I nearly cried; I was disturbed, and I knew this examination wouldn't be as easy as I had thought it would be. This woman who was to invigilate us had invigilated me once and it wasn't a good experience with her. She was so strict that if anyone made a funny facial expression, she sent them out of the hall without them finishing their examination; for this reason, I never wished for her to inch image me again, but then she was there right in front of me. She arranged us according to our matriculation number, and I was to sit with my seat partner, but then she changed the seating arrangement, and I was to sit alone on the long bench with no one beside me to talk to. I was scared to death and felt like giving up already but then I did all I could and left the examination hall.
Throughout the holiday, my mind was there, and I kept praying and wishing for a miracle to happen because I knew it was only a miracle that could save me from having a carryover in that course. The day the first-semester result was released, I couldn't check it. I was just too scared to check, it was my friend who checked my result and immediately she shouted I knew that was all. Without seeing the result, I already made up my mind, and I was planning on how to tell my parents about it. I told her to screenshot it and send it to me, but she insisted I check it to see what I had before anything else. With my heart beating as fast as a horse on a battlefield, I checked, and then no carryover. I shouted at the top of my voice, and I was deliriously happy because I knew it was a miracle, not what I had written.
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