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Whenever I was asked what I’d like to be when I grow up I always stated that I’d want to be a lawyer. An unchanging response that was!(one that over the semesters in school, I couldn’t reiterate with as much confidence).
First semester of the first year finally comes, here I am, budding with such joy and excitement. Orientation all done and dusted. Introductions being done for every unit that we’d take.(You know where you say your name , why you chose the course and even just to take it a little extra mile ;something about yourself).
At this point, I’m just really excited to see what uni life would have in store for me. But it really didn’t involve much.. Just a whole lot of reading and more reading. Did I say reading ?
At this time also there were people curious to know what I settled on. Asking “so what is it that you’re studying?”and of course I’d respond.
But it seemed like a lot of the people who heard I’d be studying law would be quite taken a back. Wondering how I’d make it through because I’m not an outspoken person among many other things people think lawyers should be………………..???
Yet here I was still. In a law class. Hearing almost all the lecturers say that as a student I’d be required to participate actively during the sessions. (Something up to date I don’t really do willingly. In fact , I almost hate having to.)
Anyway, fast forward to the end of that semester. After ups and downs and everything and of course the exams.
The email notifying you that you can log in to your student portal to see your results. Where you get to find out whether you hit the ground running or you just really stayed mark timing as others ran…..
I get my first transcript and I realize that things aren’t always as they seem. When you think that reading may not reaaallllly be that bad a thing to do.
When it seems like there’s an unexplained phenomena that causes things to really shock you. When there’s a really strained relationship between your mindset writing the exams and your grades.
Later on I’d come to realize that it wasn’t a one off thing. The expectation vs reality thing would strike again a couple of times…….
So then came the second semester. The “Redemption” as I like to see it as.
I believe God just cast His eye upon me and thought that He couldn’t really have me drop out. (At least not yet ).
The strained relationship was now better. Therapy actually worked. My written thoughts and what it translated to in grades were definitely on speaking terms. Speaking the same language;that could be understood for that matter.
I even reached the point of remembering why I started. Where I could say in a tone slightly louder that a whisper that I was studying the right course.
The year ended quite well.
Then comes the second year and mahn….