MY LECTURERS AND I 3
There are some things I don’t seem to understand about education as a whole. They have politicalized it to the extend that, if you have your money or ready to give your body as a lady, you will have your way.
One of my lecturers failed an innocent boy all because he heard he was dating a girl he was eyeing.
There is this lecturer that seems gentle but he’s as worst as Mrs Salaudeen.
He’s a green snake in a green grass, very subtle and heart hardened.
Sometime, I used to wonder if they have heart because the way they are treating us is appalling and horrendous.
How can a lecturer give a student 1 out of 100, claiming that the 1 was a reward for the ink the guy used in writing.
I must be honest with you, I am tired of this school, the more you read, the more you fail and one can’t take the risk of not reading, knowing he who fails to plan, plan to fail but in this case, he who plans, is planning his failure.
My roommate should have been a graduate now but she’s suffering the step of faith she took, denying one of her lecturers her body. I don’t know what to do because I am confused. You can’t report them, they are just partners in crime.
I pray this semester will favour me because the courses are somehow simple and easy but you know, they are there, laying in ambush to bless us with pains and sorrow. Most of us are scholars but our portals are denying us the right. Can you imagine a lecturer said to a colleague “let’s fail this student, they don’t know anything”
I am now wondering if you fail as a lecturer, must you also fail as a parent because I know they have children in other schools.
So my friend, what’s your advice for me when Dr Samson comes. Should I give in or still stand on my faith because right now, I am lost in my own world.
Till I cross your path again-
I hang my pen 🖋
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