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ME + SCHOOL (1)

Hi, I’m Sam,

 


 

Me + School = total disaster, not because I’m not smart or intelligent. I just think my overall problem with school is reading for exams and writing exams or tests. You see, I don’t mind going for classes or even doing assignments but once it comes to preparing for exams and writing it, the whole fun in school gets sucked out. I read somewhere that a student said that a section should be added to our answer booklets where you write down things you read in preparation for the examination just in case the things we read didn’t come out in the exam and I think that’s a great idea. Our education system is one that if you fail an examination it looks like you’re the dumbest person in the world which should not be so. Apart from people who claim to be too churchy, another set of people who I can never be friends with are bookworms LOL; I find it a little difficult to vibe with them. 

 

Because of the nature of my dad’s job, I was always the new kid in school because we moved around a lot. I went to one Nursery school, four primary schools, three secondary schools, and now two universities; well that seems like so much for someone who hates school. The only graduation I can remember being a part of was the one from Nursery three to Primary one, after that, we moved and I entered Primary one, and up to Primary 4, I was changed to another school. Instead of starting at primary 4, my new school told me to start from primary 2 because they felt like the school I was coming from wasn’t up to their standard and that I couldn’t keep up with their “intelligent students” and possibly ruin the common entrance examination result slip. We didn’t argue with them, I started from primary 2 but that didn’t stop my mum from counting how many years I had till I would write my common entrance. By the time I got to primary 4 in my new school, I would’ve been in primary 6 in my old school so my mum registered me for the Common Entrance Examination to get into secondary school.

 

It wasn’t much of a debate if I was going to go to a boarding school because two of my elder siblings were in the boarding school at the time. I liked the idea of going to a boarding school because you’re given pocket money and provisions but no one prepares you for the horrors of boarding school and the horrors can never be over-emphasized. My dad suggested one good school but a family friend shut the idea down saying that the school was too flashy and that he knew a good school that we’d learn a lot from. I refused that I was not going to write the entrance examination for the school but my dad threatened that if I didn’t then I wouldn’t go to the school of my choice, he told me to write the exam and that if I didn’t pass then we’d consider another school; but I know how brainy I was and how hard was the exam going to be? After everything I entered the exam hall to fail the exam I still came out with flying colors, that was the first time I cried about passing an exam beyond my expectations. My dad paid the acceptance fee and it was time for me to pack my bags and get shipped off to boarding school.

 

The one-week orientation was fun and had us fooled as to what boarding school was really like, most of us got too comfortable, and it was till the other students came back that we knew that sh*t just got real. Barely two months into my JSS1 first term before the visiting day, had I written a letter to my dad telling him that I wanted to be going to school from home. I promised to wash the plates every day, sweep the house, in fact doing all the house chores if it would mean me going to school from home because I couldn’t bear the flogging from seniors, the time consciousness, and so on. My dad didn’t say anything about the letter till I came home for the Mid-term break looking like a small letter ‘i’; he told me he was going to keep the letter till I got to my SS3 and he would show me the letter. Because of the tough love, I knew I wasn’t getting out of this so I had to prepare my mind for the two years remaining to complete my junior secondary school. I went through a lot in boarding school including the torture, punishment, and everything in between, and also the most devastating, losing one of my close friends. And just like that, Junior Secondary School was done, it was time to go and conquer Senior Secondary, and so I was off to school to conquer but it wasn’t easy it got worse. In my second year in senior secondary school, I fell mysteriously ill and I was withdrawn in the second term of my second year of senior school and I started being home-schooled.

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