Medilag! Oh Medilag! That which all my prayer points in church were directed at. I wanted nothing more than to get in. Guess what? I finally did!
At first it was good, I was on cloud nine. Going for labs, wearing my white lab coat with my initials on it, it was just wonderful! Being in the midst of other would-be professionals was pure bliss.
At first it was good, I was on cloud nine. Going for labs, wearing my white lab coat with my initials on it, it was just wonderful! Being in the midst of other would-be professionals was pure bliss.
My experience in Medilag is basically in two parts; hostel-school and class-lab.
I wasn’t opportune to get accommodation on the school premises. I was assigned to Radiography hall. Usually, there’s a bus that conveys us from the hostel to the school at different times. I remember those 100 level days in Unilag when I saw this bus and looked up to the heavens, saying earnestly “If Jesus tarries in his coming, this bus I would enter you!”. And yes, I did. It was god at first until the day I followed the bus by 7:30am
. Christ! The bus was filled and bursting at its seams. I, for instance, was standing. I almost fainted! I wasn’t even standing well; I was dancing with every movement of the bus and brakes. I was sweating profusely. It was really bad. On that day, I told myself I wasn’t going to ever follow that bus again by that time. But my dears, that was just word of mouth because I followed the bus over and over again. The bus actually taught me to be a hustler, how to fight for my right. LOL.
I wasn’t opportune to get accommodation on the school premises. I was assigned to Radiography hall. Usually, there’s a bus that conveys us from the hostel to the school at different times. I remember those 100 level days in Unilag when I saw this bus and looked up to the heavens, saying earnestly “If Jesus tarries in his coming, this bus I would enter you!”. And yes, I did. It was god at first until the day I followed the bus by 7:30am
. Christ! The bus was filled and bursting at its seams. I, for instance, was standing. I almost fainted! I wasn’t even standing well; I was dancing with every movement of the bus and brakes. I was sweating profusely. It was really bad. On that day, I told myself I wasn’t going to ever follow that bus again by that time. But my dears, that was just word of mouth because I followed the bus over and over again. The bus actually taught me to be a hustler, how to fight for my right. LOL.
Now talking about classes, Wawu! I remember when we had just resumed, some of our seniors were giving us heads up on our different labs, lecturers and their attitudes.
During my first lab and encounter with the lecturers, I began to think ‘HA HA! These seniors can lie o! How can they call these good, nice and sweet lectures &lab attendants wicked? I never knew that was just a ‘Welcome to Pharmacy school’ treatment.
The days rolled by and eventually I was the one saying “these people are wicked o!” after facing terrible times especially in the labs. After viewing a specimen under the microscope, you will be asked by the lab attendants to draw what you see. In the case where you don’t see anything, you score a zero. When you try to see something and you draw, they’ll start asking menacingly “Ehnn…, where did you see that one? Is that what is there?”. And you’ll just be there speechless.
Moving on to Dispensing lab, the lab where your lab coat has to be whiter than the angels’ apparel. A lab where if a person steps on your polished shoes, it seems like he/she stepped directly on your brain. A lab where after all the running around and confidence in your product, you still get zero and even a dot in the middle of it. After bleaching, washing ad ironing your lab coat, even folding it neatly in a special nylon bag, you still get scores like 1⅔ for ethics. Diaris God o!
Pharmchem reports got you writing epistles and still you get 5⅓,4⅔, 6⅖. It really hurts.
Then the incourses started… it was disheartening after all the jacking, overnight, overmorning sef, to see your results and it seems like you didn’t read at all. Scores like 15.75, 18.25, 13.75 out of 30 marks for the incourse.
Anyways, the Lord is good. This is just the beginning. Medilag has made me a prayer warrior; to always trust in the Lord because sometimes you see some results and you know that ‘Surely, only God can do this. No man can’. Medilag has taught me life.
Article written by Tsado Vivian
During my first lab and encounter with the lecturers, I began to think ‘HA HA! These seniors can lie o! How can they call these good, nice and sweet lectures &lab attendants wicked? I never knew that was just a ‘Welcome to Pharmacy school’ treatment.
The days rolled by and eventually I was the one saying “these people are wicked o!” after facing terrible times especially in the labs. After viewing a specimen under the microscope, you will be asked by the lab attendants to draw what you see. In the case where you don’t see anything, you score a zero. When you try to see something and you draw, they’ll start asking menacingly “Ehnn…, where did you see that one? Is that what is there?”. And you’ll just be there speechless.
Moving on to Dispensing lab, the lab where your lab coat has to be whiter than the angels’ apparel. A lab where if a person steps on your polished shoes, it seems like he/she stepped directly on your brain. A lab where after all the running around and confidence in your product, you still get zero and even a dot in the middle of it. After bleaching, washing ad ironing your lab coat, even folding it neatly in a special nylon bag, you still get scores like 1⅔ for ethics. Diaris God o!
Pharmchem reports got you writing epistles and still you get 5⅓,4⅔, 6⅖. It really hurts.
Then the incourses started… it was disheartening after all the jacking, overnight, overmorning sef, to see your results and it seems like you didn’t read at all. Scores like 15.75, 18.25, 13.75 out of 30 marks for the incourse.
Anyways, the Lord is good. This is just the beginning. Medilag has made me a prayer warrior; to always trust in the Lord because sometimes you see some results and you know that ‘Surely, only God can do this. No man can’. Medilag has taught me life.
Article written by Tsado Vivian
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