The first two months in Medilag were not bad either. It was similar to the struggles in Unilag, registration procedures, payment of fees and the best part, meeting new people.
The real game started well after resumption, I had never experienced anything that tortuous throughout my years of schooling.
Lectures ran from monday to friday, 8am to 6pm, the weekends were not free either, for I was given assignments, some of which Google had no answers to.
The reports for practical classes were endless, I would copy from Wikipedia, Old report Manuals and reliable persons. It did not help much and so the scores at the end were usually not glorious but it got better.
Rising early in the morning was not a big deal, getting through the day on the other hand was a very big deal for me. I spent the first four weeks trying to understand what I was doing in class. Everything seemed strange for a while and then began to make sense as time went by. To think I would enjoy the labs and probably have time to chill in it but it was not so. I could have sworn that at that point in my life, I was so close to going Crazy. It seemed strange that we had to always rush through every lab like we were running a race. One time, I could not feel my hands do their job, and I had to rush my meals or skip them. I could barely sit to enjoy a proper meal without having to hurry of for another lecture.
It was not all terrible, I learnt a couple of things, new and fascinating, I met with a lot of brillant and wonderful people everyday. Every course was a wonder. My favourite classes were labs and practicals, the reality of so many things and their scientific background.
Soon, I got used to the life, waking up at 6am to get ready for class on a monday morning, and ending lectures at 6pm. It is true that what does not kill you, only makes you stronger. Medilag taught me to be patient impatiently, speed and accuracy. The experience has never been a bitter one, just very sour_sweet and sometimes tasteless.
I avoided any post of office due to the stress and to fully concentrate but I ended up a senate member of the great PANS (Pharmaceutical Association of Nigerian Students).
Other challenges arose with time, once there was no water in the hostel where I resided for a while, it was messy I can assure you. Other times there was no electricity. None of these compare to the challenges I face on a regular basis been a Pharmacy student. I missed attending church services on some sundays so that I could read extensively for exams, one of the things I rarely ever did until I found myself in Medilag.
I miss the fact that I could dress however I wanted to, back when I was still in Unilag. In Medilag, there are so many rules pertaining to dressing, greeting your lecturers is even compulsory. None of these have made me less of myself. I can proudly say that my experiences in Medilag has opened the reality in the world beyond the school walls to me.
Eventually, through the times of lassa fever outbreaks, difficult incourses, scary lecture hours, boring lectures, dangerous practicals and unpleasant situations, I came forth stronger. Now, I live everyday in Medilag with ease having been rooted in its daily activities.
I now see better things, enjoy the company of friends even under the bondage of academics, besides I have learnt how to manage my time sufficiently, and can even relax for a game of volleyball once I plan rightly and more than half of my life belongs in Medilag now.
In summary, my experiences in Medilag broke me to enrich me and is still making me. These experiences have made me who I am today.
Nzeh Chika Victoria.200l
Pharmacy.
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