University to me was like a new territory yet to be made familiar; it’s a new place where daily decisions are to be made by you, yourself.
Arriving on campus later than anticipated because the batch my name came out with was one of the last admission list for the academic session. With test forthcoming, I had no choice but to borrow class notes to catch up on missed lectures. Notably, I borrowed the entire course notes without setting foot inside the school premises.
The tests began, proceeding as usual, until a pivotal day that would alter my experience. It was on the day I had PHY 101. I came to school early thinking I will be able to start my test earlier since the center assigned to me have not being following the batch procedure.
But on that fateful day, they decide to use the batch number, which they haven’t since the commencement of the tests. “I still have time let’s hand around for a while” I said to myself, until I was hijacked by these people trying to introduce and convince me to attend a particular event.
The whole conversation took so long that my brain became ideal to the extent that I lost track of whether I was standing nor sitting. I just remembered what they were trying to introduce mainly because I was scared and anxious. The conversation didn’t involve much participation from my side, as most of it was carried by them.
Once they had departed, I returned to reality only to realize that I had forgotten to take my test. As I tried to compose myself, I realized that I had misplaced my course registration form, which was crucial for admission to the test hall.
It took some time before I managed to locate and print the form, and enter the test hall, even as I had to plead persistently to gain entry since my batch had already begun.
Reflecting on the situation now, I believe that if I had possessed the confidence to inform those individuals about my impending test, I could have avoided losing my form and the subsequent stress I had to endure.
