My journey to the bar.⚖

Season 1, Episode 3: Big Girls Cry too.

‘Ten minutes more’, our grammar Professor said.

It was the monday following our orientation week. Beads of sweat streamed down my face as I struggled with my pen, but I could not get a grip of it as my palms were sweatier than usual. The Arts Theatre, on an average day is very hot, but that day, it didn’t feel like heat, it felt like fire. My leg itched and my head ached. My brain, like always also decided to fail me. I glanced at my watch and saw the second hand ticking. I began to say a silent prayer to God, making vows to dedicate and re-dedicate my life to him if he helped me out. I cried in shame as I thought of my past glory. I had never struggled with a subject and always got my As. If I didn’t pass a subject or pass up to expectations, it was usually because I didn’t have interest in it. Throughout high school, I never had to break a sweat to pass tests, Grammar especially. When I saw that time had past, I decided to write anything that came to my head. As I began to write, the words began to flow more and more and in less than three minutes I had written about a page and half. I was on the verge of finishing when I heard my grammar Professor’s voice again.

‘Time up, place your pens on the top of your scripts and stand up’.

I began to contemplate completing a sentence and as I picked my pen, I thought to myself, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ .Well, I couldn’t risk getting caught, my paper getting seized and torn, or worse off, asked to fill a malpractice form.

Muse: Animashaun Kanyinsola 💞

I was already consoling myself with the fact that I wrote something at least when I heard a voice ring from the back of the class, ‘The Masters student said that if you didn’t write up to two pages, the professor would not even read your script and just score you zero’.

I had to start struggling with tears as I was about leaving the theatre. The arts and education students were outside and I couldn’t let them see me crying.

I managed to keep a straight face throughout the day, but as soon as I got to my room, I was a ball of emotion. I waited patiently for my roommates to sleep and I began to cry, I cried because I was told this would happen and it did, and as I cried, I felt myself break, things would never be the same anymore.

Published by AderemiChukwu

I love writing, I'm an equalist and a strong promoter of egalitarianism and Feminism. I hope to touch lives and make an impact in this world. I'm the next big thing.❤

12 thoughts on “My journey to the bar.⚖

  1. I was angry at myself for reading my eyes out the night before and I was so disappointed in myself for not being able to write a common essay😭 I couldn’t even define politics.😂💔


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