#Throwback

On this day in 2012, I was in my 3rd year and we were having exams. That days paper was ECE 321- Theory of structures 1.
We were supposed to answer 4 out of 6 questions given. I had finished question 1 then midway into question 2, I abandoned it because there was something I wasn't sure of, then I jumped into the 3rd one.

After a while I looked beside me and saw my course mate Eric had already treated his no.2..
So I wanted to be sure that my control i.e Efx was equal to zero (If you ever did strength of materials in school, you can relate) before I could continue.

It might also interest you to know that my school had set an untainted record for zero tolerance to examination malpractice. If you ever became a scape goat, you will lose your admission and will be expelled. They normally use one big grammar to make it sound scary and intimidating to we students then..

"Rustication" was the word they used.

And after you've been expelled, they will run adverts in all the major newspapers their money could afford showing the whole world that you are the blackest of the black sheep. Thank heavens my school hasn't yet attained that level where everything happens with the computer, otherwise they might even have gone as far as tagging you on Fb, Instagram and Twitter to still let you know you've been evicted.

..... So I asked Eric and he told me his control was zero (Efx=0) which meant that I was on the right track before I continued.

Unfortunately for me, someone saw me talk to him. A lecturer....
He shouted from the front where he was standing,"hey, you, Nwokeocha come and submit and sign out".

Then I took a quick glance at him and then ignored him like the "ueue" in "queue". For the next minute or two, I thought that my jazz had worked, that I was a sharp guy, I felt like Hitler after he conquered Poland, France and Czechoslovakia..

Then something that wasn't supposed to happen, happened. There was a glitch in my matrix.

The man I thought I had ignored came up from behind, grabbed my answer booklet, wrote minus thirty (-30) on it, signed his signature and then told me to go and sign out while he left with my paper.

I was devastated! I am not even sure if "devastated" as an adjective was enough to qualify my condition then..

I stood from my seat and tried following him around to beg him. To apologize on behalf of all those who had ever offended him since the day of his birth and even those that will still offend him in the nearest future.

To me, it looked as if the more I pleaded, the more him "pharaoh" refused to listen to my "Moses" reasons why the Israelites were supposed to leave his Egypt. I am not sure about who hardened his heart.
My pleas wasn't reaching him.

As I stood there in that hall, I really realized the true meaning of "OYO" which translates as " On Your Own". I understood that I was really alone, I had become the scape goat, nobody was going to take the hit for me.

It seemed my pleas of "sir please naa, sir I am sorry" had infuriated the man, because what he told me next made me realize that sometimes "what is dead is dead, you don't need to go back every 5 minutes to check of it has a pulse".
He said if I beg him again, he would tear my script in my very before.

I walked outside, I knew there was nothing again I could do...

To be frank with you, I was 2 seconds away from breaking down in tears, but there was no way I could have cried. I had just won the association president a week before the exams commenced and what kind of messed up president cries in front of those that voted him in, that he was supposed to lead.

I used all my power and held it together, then I left there with my sorrows. I was scared of failing the course, I know I had given it my best, I prepared well but you know, sometimes bad things happen to good people.

Fast forward to year 4 first semester, when the results came out, the only thing I went to the board to check was the ECE 321.

Till today I still wonder what happened, maybe the lecturer marked it while he was drunk or maybe the Babalawo's Jazz I used served its purpose.

I got a "B" like a boss

*And for your info, I didn't sort...

That is what been the association president can do for you..#FavouredLikéTheBoss

Tydies:
That is what been the association president can do for you..#FavouredLikéTheBoss

I don't think it was because I was the president, those lecturers as at that time weren't even aware that we have carried out elections.

Like I said, its a mystery to me.

kachiz:


It might also interest you to know that my school had set an untainted record for zero tolerance to examination malpractice. If you ever became a scape goat, you will lose your admission and will be expelled. They normally use one big grammar to make it sound scary and intimidating to we students then..

"Rustication" was the word they used.

And after you've been expelled, they will run adverts in all the major newspapers their money could afford showing the whole world that you are the blackest of the black sheep. Thank heavens my school hasn't yet attained that level where everything happens with the computer, otherwise they might even have gone as far as tagging you on Fb, Instagram and Twitter to still let you know you've been evicted.

wots d name of ur skul?

Omololu007:
wots d name of ur skul?

MOUAU

kachiz:

MOUAU

meanin

*Potential story 4 literature section*

Anyway,now you believe that MIRACLES do happen........

Omololu007:
meanin

Michael Okpara University of Agriculture Umudike