I was angry because life hadn't treated me fairly in my premed year...or was it that I didn't treat me fairly? I just know that somehow that year, I lost track of what school was. I think, throughout my first year (Premed) second semester, I did not attend as much as 15 classes and somehow, in my inexperienced mind, I was still expecting a 5.0...how pathetic?
I was into freelance ghostwriting and I wasn't really making anything appetizing. I was taking online writing courses, neglecting the "main course" I came to school to study. Sadly, I got a little above half of the 5.0 and that was a major eye opener. I would purposely give money to beggars and help any old person I see so that I'll earn extra good son marks with God. I was always punctual and regular in church. I didn't expect to cross over to Medilag. I'm sure if I knew anybody in Home Economics Education department, I'd have started making new friends.
But as God would have it, I crossed over! That's still among the top ten happiest moments of my life.
Dr. Bakare took our first Anatomy class and made us think Anatomy was going to be cozy and sweet. Actually it was, until we started seeing incourses and results. In Medilag, the first incourse is usually on Anatomy and it is usually bloody! I can remember that day. Some people saw their ages as scores. Some even had scores less than their ages...over 150! We were introduced to the cruelty of the negative marking system. I wouldn't say my score but I didn't feel sad about my result. That's even what encouraged me and gladdened the heart of the lad who saw D-E-A-D as his last four grades in premed, special thanks to Zoology for that A. I thank God that I've had no reason to cry about my academics since then.
In Medilag, I have learnt punctuality, not to church or to class, but to Stella, the reading room. Honestly, I think the average temperature of that place is about 47°C. I learnt punctuality because if you don't come early to sit close to the fan, you'll need a *burning* desire to read. Another funny thing about Stella is how the people there make a fuss when you make as much as a sneeze. You'll be trying to read out and someone six tables away would come and tell you in a whisper, “Bros keep it down. People are reading." _No! I thought they were frying plantain._ It used to be annoying but I'm used to it now.
I have always been an online noisemaker and it has been good for business. Till today, people in my department know the name *Awamba* because of my Whatsapp group chat troubles but still don't know the face. Perfect...,or not. Reason being that not once, not twice, not even thrice have I been “looked for" because of alleged troublemaking online. Interestingly, I believe that any publicity is good publicity so I'm flowing with the tides.
I wasn't really sure I could kick a soccer ball again until it was time for my department's sports week. I heard comments like: “Awamba get _bodi_ , he would be a good defender." and that was how I saw myself on SON field standing few steps away from the goal post, waiting to either be dribbled or to steal the ball from a determined potential goal scorer. Oh...or to take the blame for a goal. I wouldn't say I was the good defender but at least I was playing football, reducing my risks of obesity and diabetes mellitus and that's a good thing...isn't it. I was also asked to write updates about the sporting events in the department and that was how I started writing again... _like play like play._
Also, in my department's student association Senate, I was elected the Senate clerk and this was a very stressful job. Taking minutes of meetings and writing letters...my God! It took all the energy in me at that time. It also made me feel a sense of responsibility and that's a good thing.
Medilag has a very good appreciation of literary art, especially poetry and I have moved with that to create a working brand (DAVID BAR™) that's satisfactorily sought after in the creative writing market.
Lastly, girls in Medilag. Personally, I've learnt to keep a large number of female friends. Its easier that way because I can express myself without fear of being misunderstood.
In Medilag, I've had friends, good friends and role models and they have all helped to make things easier for me. I purposely didn't talk about church and seniors because that will make this piece much longer.
In short, My Medilag experience has been with longer ups than downs like a GROUNDNUT.
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