Hard work: A freewrite

In my college days I enjoyed my first and second year because I took just few courses and had enough time to myself to do other things I remember that I use to make hair for people at the same thing help them sew there clothes (for money not free)that was how free I was then. But when I got to my third year the story practically changed, I was just going to use the first semester in school and the second semester outside school for my IT (Industrial Training).

The first semester wasn't funny at all I took fifteen courses yes I mean fifteen courses and and twelve out of the fifteen has practical attached to it.

And the way my department works is that both the practical and theoritical aspect of each courses is being handled by different lecturers and each lecturers with his/ her own rules so it was practically as if I was taking twenty-seven courses all together.

All lesure was ceased, there was no sleep I became a shadow of myself. My work days extended from Friday to Saturday and enter into Sunday yes I woke on Sundays(in the evening after church). I hardly go to my hostel I am always in the laboratory and sleep there overnight only to go to my hostel the next morning freshen up pick up my bag again to go for class. When exam time came I finally stop sleeping in my room and was sleeping in the lab preparing for both practical and theoritical aspect of each courses.

All I was doing was not to have any carry over in any course because there is no space to input any carry over course in the fourth year which will automatically lead to an extra year which I can't afford to have. God on my side I gave it my best. I almost forgot to tell you that I was still fully participating in church activities it was damn tedious but God win.

An entry into @mariannewest everyday Freewrite