One time I failed so much was when I had my GCE exams. That was about twelve years ago. I had just finished secondary school, I was supposed to take the normal WAEC thet every in my class was taking the next year but because my parents couldn't afford the fee,then I had to leave it, I just had this thought in mind that whenever God makes it possible for me to write the WAEC then I would. Then, after secondary school , I had gone to stay with an aunt of mine in Port Harcourt City. That was even where I registered for the GCE exams.
At first, i believed i could write without failing, because i was actually a brilliant student and i believed so much in my self ,what i didnt plan for was the fact that i would be shuffling betweeen taking cae of my aunts kids, going to the shop to help her sell, and then doing house chores , before going for tutorials in the evening, funniest part is i always arrived at the tutorials very late cause i was always busy, that didnt stop me from reading at night.
I had one issue then, even despite being busy all through the day, I never gave up, but the issue I had was I had limited textbooks. Out of nine subjects I had registered for, I only had about five textbooks and whatever past questions I could lay my hands on, it became frustrating at the time, I couldn't borrow from my friends anymore because the exam was near and they also needed to use their books. I remember I begged for money to get books then, but I was always being ignored. I began feeling scared because people always said that GCE exams were more tougher than WAEC, and I began to let the fear seep into me. though i didnt give up reading , i continued till it was the month for the exam, the exam ran for a month, i guess, i know three of those days of the exams i made it late to the exams, all for different reasons, One was I was sent to the market, and I didn't get a cab on time to go home , Second was i was home and was waiting for my aunt or her husband to come stay with the kids soi could go for the exam. Well, shitty things did happen during this time, I felt very miserable, and by the time the result came out , I had two A's , two B's, and a C; the rest were D's and E's. I cried when the result came out because it meant that I had to write another exam, and I didn't even know where the money would come from. I knew I had failed, but I didn't give up, i didnt take education out of my mind, I just knew that it was a stepping stone for me to achieve something greater and better , i had left my Aunt's house then because I felt maltreated , but after staying at my own house for about a year, I decided to go back to the same house. There I used the money I could save to get another form for WAEC this time around. When time came to read , I left there to find somewhere I could focus well. I read and wrote this time around, and my results were really okay, which is now even helping me right now because that's what I used in gaining admission to a tertiary institution.
What this incident taught me is that "it is only you that knows what's best for you because others dont see what you see ahead of yourself, it is only you that can define your life because if you wait for others to define it for you, then you are definitely tolling the wrong path. And this stepping stone, I mean the other path I decided to take, is what is helping me today, so you see...?
