What A Pending Experience.

My journey through school didn't look that stressful and would be said to be filled with luck when told to others,but actually and in reality,I won't like to go through it again.I started secondary school at a pretty young age,finished in due time and got into the university when i was a score minus four years.Admitted into the university for a course i knew virtually nothing about,a discipline that was at opposite sides to my dream discipline.But,because of the enthusiasm i had of being in school,I desired to make the best of my opportunity.School wasn't what i thought and heard it would be like,the stress and hardship all started from the very beginning,the periods of initial registration.Here,all students would gather in their numbers,on queues,with vital sheets of papers in hand,sweating under the scorching sun,some shunting,and some beside the queue,tired of moving on.This process goes for days,and gradually the very persistent one's,and those who were helped by academic officials had the victory song of overcoming the registration hurdle.To my surprise,this was just the beginning of all the hurdles yet to come. Immediately,time-tables were out,lectures were commencing,strict lecturers became everyday must-see,the booth camp had just began.For someone like me,I was far from home,heard from my family and friends through phone calls and email,seeing was ruled out,only on holidays or special festivals.I could count the number of times i went home throughout my university days. In my first year,like every other student in the world,i read like i had PhD. papers to write,attended all lectures,never missed any,had up-to-date notes of lectures,and after school i still came back to school for what we called ''Night-class'',were we read from evening till night and others till the break of dawn,and then another day and the whole routine repeats itself again and again and again.............But,on getting to my second year,also like most students I consumed the commodity called my books to the point that diminishing marginal utility started corrupting my hardwares,the school system didn't help matters either,they only aggravated it by contributing to making students prone to being deviants.How you would say?What students referred to as hard work wasn't rewarded,instead,poor grades were the order of the day,and only those who could read themselves to stupor had better grades.Those who couldn't had to innovate means so they wouldn't be thrown out of the system by natural selection,What does this initiate?examination malpractice,cultism,drug abuse,and the likes. Not forgetting the threats from the lecturers too,especially to the female students in forms of sexual harassment,abuse,assaults and so on.......even students posed as threats to other students.........however,despite all these,school definitely had it's off-the-hook moments where we never wanted the fun to stop.This mostly occurred during the second semester of every session,probably because most of us had lesser work loads in school and most of schools' social activities were during this period. Years,months and days passed,all spent in either fun,boredom,stress,energy,lethargy,enthusiasm,hunger,extravagant lifestyle and loads of other dispositions.Along the line,friends were made alongside enemies,some were dropped by the way and others were picked,some stuck to my memory like glue,while some went with the passing of their time. To cut the long story short,despite the seeming unending road of going through the university,I finished,few had to go an extra year,some extinct and others couldn't just make it to the end.We come to the crossroad at this point,where individual deeds and survival all counts.....life wants to begin again,but this time on a different scale entirely..........i can bet that!!!!! Here I come,approaching in just a couple of days,the white round-necked shirt with green details and a complimenting khaki pant........the NY SC uniform,I'm going to be called the Youth Corper.I'd have the opportunity to travel and work,serve i mean,my country for 365 days..................I can't just wait to experience that feeling.The one i have always been gisted about.................being a youth corper.I'm going to have to stop here for awhile,'cos i can't actually give you details of what i haven't experienced yet.......so sit tight,relax and I'd definitely keep you all posted. Now wish me GOOD LUCK,will you!!!!!!!!!!!!lol

Read between the lines.

This is a conversation between a guy and a girl in a relationship.They have been having dysfunctions of late and have kept quite on both sides,not getting in touch as always,hardly returning phone calls,easily getting pissed,you know all those attitudes that come along with issues in relationships. In an attempt to restore order and re-ignite the first love,the guy breaks the ice,using his mobile phone to send text messages to his girl.(for clarity and easy reading abbreviations are fully written). #Guy-Both of us are fucking up,and we don't think it's high time we call ourselves to order.Isn't this child's play and rocky sail worth putting an end to?That's my church mind anyway! #Guy-Have been acting in pissing ways,no doubt,but so have you.Mine,as a result of accumulated stress and unrealized goals from our relationship.For some weeks now,we've been on different wavelengths. #Guy-And it has had gross effects.I tried giving You and I some breathing space to reincorporate,get ourselves back,refresh the whole thing,stop repeating mistakes,laugh over things,share like goals. #Guy-And to divert myself I've been an workaholic of late,staying over night on the net,merging loads of to-do lists together,just to preoccupy myself and mind.Making use of every chance to have fun. #Guy-I'm writing all these in the mood I've been trying to avoid all this while,an insecure and painful one.I'm doing this to ease the thinking,at least while it lasts.don't know what you make of all this, but I'm sorry if I've caused you anything. #Girl-(jokingly perhaps,in reply to the first text)It's baby's play,mosque mind,huh?It's your biz,I was waiting for it to come.Thank God you know but still,I find your reasons hard to believe but have already concluded in mind your reason.WHO IS TO BLAME? #Guy-You are waiting for it to come;I had to face the scarecrow, break the silence.I don't dispute having some faults and I apologize,but erase does reasons you might have,only God knows. This is a true life story.

Is being SHORT a SHORTCOMING?

I have observed over time that there's a conscious label on being short,in height i mean,especially for guys.When has being short become in anyway similar to being super model slim?Young girls whenever the discussion comes up always cherish taller guys over shorter guys.Does being short reflect a lack of capability to be protective,caring,masculine and maybe in control?Does it make the short guy less fashionable,recognized,and probably not fitting int0 the status of an ideal partner?I've had several discussions with females of my age,and have come to realize most of them have some a higher likeness for tall guys,at least taller than they are.Most of them claim to prefer this height status because they are short or smaller in stature,and won't want their kids to propagate the "being short" gene.Some females claim they look more compatible and secure with a taller guy. Anyway,whether short,tall,fat,or slim,being short for guys is becoming a cause for concern amongst the assumed affected species,and is gradually assuming a status of discrimination.Maybe further research should be carried out to really prove scientifically the relationship between being short and prospective labeling from it.