Thinking back to two days when I was in the Hive Naija community, I was asked, “What kind of student were you when you were in high school?” Well, the kind of person I was when I was in high school was molded by different scenarios.
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Growing up as a kid was blissful for me because I could count myself as one of the privileged ones. I have seen how hard it is for parents to raise their kids, so compared to me, I was far more lucky. I had a mom who always wanted me close to her so I would avoid getting into trouble. My school was far from home; I had to follow a private school bus, but it seems like I was still far from her. I had to change my schools because she wasn’t comfortable with me going that far distance to school. In my new school, I was like a king. I go home every lunch break to have my lunch, and nobody could do anything about it. My dad was a sponsor of the school, so I had things easy, but all this ended after I entered senior secondary school (senior high school).
Getting to Senior Secondary School 1 (SS1), my life went from a bed of roses to that of thorns. I became a victim of bullying, and it got worse as the term went on. It was hard to bare at a point, so I had to request a change of school. I was glad my dad listened to me. I changed my school from a prestigious school to the direct opposite of my previous school. I guess my dad made that decision to toughen me up.
In my new school, I was the new white fish in a black pond, and everyone was out to get me, both with good and bad intentions. In a short while, I became the wizkid of my school since we are not so much. Just three classes with 23 students at most. It was easy to point out the rich kids among other kids, and I was one of them. From the uniform to the shoes and bag I carried, I could be distinguished.
As a boy who has never had any interaction with the opposite gender, I find it hard to relate to the ladies in my new school. These are ladies who are already exposed sexually and in other aspects. Most of the time, when they talk to me in code, I find it hard to decode the message because such language and slang are foreign to me.
When I was in school, I didn’t stress about writing notes, especially when the teacher was dictating or the person writing on the board was faster than me. I have some girls that write my note for me, and of course, I do pay them for writing my note.
My dad gave me enough money back then. I would give instructions, and people would follow them. I had classmates and juniors in my clique who were ready to fight for me because they did get biscuits and money from me. A funny fact was that the girls in my class had eyes for me, but I never liked any of them. I started dating a girl in the junior class without anyone knowing except my very close friends. The same week we started dating, I got a love letter from a classmate. I was naive, and I didn’t know what to do.
I took the letter to my friends, and they asked me to shun her up. Well, I was naive, like I said, so I shunned her up and showed everyone the letter. I was being a jerk. The boy who was bullied before became a jerk. The truth was that I was scared of being bullied by the boys in my new school, so I just flowed with them and followed everything they told me to do; that way, I could feel safe. My story could be described as that of a sheep in the midst of wolves.
At the end of my school year, I became so arrogant, and I already had bad company of friends. It’s a miracle that I became the good and handsome child that everyone is proud of today. Anyways, those are old stories.
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