Secondary School Days
During my secondary school days, I attended a community secondary school, and it was located in an interior village in my state. Most people didn’t take education seriously over there, they just attended the school because their parents asked them to. You will see all kinds of behaviors from students that think and believe differently.
My first time in school was very frightening; a student stabbed his classmate with scissors, right in his eyes, and that was the first time in my life, that I saw blood gushing out of a human being like tap water. People using planks to fight themselves, and you won’t actually believe that I also got to see a student with a gun, the school was not that conducive when it comes to learning and security. I was very young back then and was really terrified of those things.
There’s a time that I went to urinate close to a bush during break time, I met a senior student there that was smoking, his eyes were literally red. After I finished urinating, he told me to come closer to where he was and I did, he stretched out the cigarette to me, and told me to join him. I refused, and when he wanted to use force, I ran back to my class without wasting anymore time. I bet he didn’t know me, otherwise he would have looked for me later on.
90% of my classmates and other students that I knew were either into drinking, smoking, cultism or worse, it was very hard finding a decent friend, so I never had any. Some of them didn’t write the final exams because of the mess they had landed themselves; they faced situations like unwanted pregnancy, imprisonment, and expulsion. Some had ruined their life with the type of friends they kept and the activities they got involved with, that even after secondary school, they can’t move on from those things.
The amusing thing is that I never felt like joining them or being a part of any of those things, because my parents always made it a routine and consistent thing to tell my siblings and I, about those things and their consequences. I feared the consequences more, so I never dared to get myself involved.
My first time in school was very frightening; a student stabbed his classmate with scissors, right in his eyes, and that was the first time in my life, that I saw blood gushing out of a human being like tap water. People using planks to fight themselves, and you won’t actually believe that I also got to see a student with a gun, the school was not that conducive when it comes to learning and security. I was very young back then and was really terrified of those things.
There’s a time that I went to urinate close to a bush during break time, I met a senior student there that was smoking, his eyes were literally red. After I finished urinating, he told me to come closer to where he was and I did, he stretched out the cigarette to me, and told me to join him. I refused, and when he wanted to use force, I ran back to my class without wasting anymore time. I bet he didn’t know me, otherwise he would have looked for me later on.
90% of my classmates and other students that I knew were either into drinking, smoking, cultism or worse, it was very hard finding a decent friend, so I never had any. Some of them didn’t write the final exams because of the mess they had landed themselves; they faced situations like unwanted pregnancy, imprisonment, and expulsion. Some had ruined their life with the type of friends they kept and the activities they got involved with, that even after secondary school, they can’t move on from those things.
The amusing thing is that I never felt like joining them or being a part of any of those things, because my parents always made it a routine and consistent thing to tell my siblings and I, about those things and their consequences. I feared the consequences more, so I never dared to get myself involved.
