Part
two: Coping and getting used to life
Continued
from High School Memories
What
was even worse was when a mono missed more than three sessions of the
disbursement of these niceties that came in different sizes and metes. In the
event he was discovered he would be taken directly to the school captain where
the prefect would incite the head who was equaled to the school principal to
correct the bigheadness.
In
certain instances if the prefect felt he would not manage he would call at
least four or five more fellow captains to discharge the duties with a lot of
precision and meticulousness. That was the time when all the form ones were
required to kneel down and raise their hands up.
The
form twos or ex-monos would be there to ignite the prefects since they needed
psyche to effectively perform their duties. And when high school sophomores
disliked you, that is when you would taste the sweetness of being liberal. That
the world is not ready for change is not a matter of denial. Few are of the
view in the path that leads to its transformation so to say.
That
the best drivers are not the ones who tread the straight road for practice is
not jurisprudence. The ones who are able to fathom the rigors of the terrain so
rugged are the victors in this race that requires a lot of patience and
perseverance. None is an angel to the extent of having not gone through the
lows that bequeath. The tragedy of life is that it is never a smooth sail but a
sea that is full of hazards that must tactfully be sauntered past astutely.
The reality that hit again was that
of being maligned. I bet this is the parochial view of an entrant who had
enjoyed a smooth decade without being scorned to be delivered in the
institution that had no compassion notwithstanding the fact that it meant to
nurture. Such are the times when the serenity is buoyed by afflictions that
render it lose salutation. Talk of being bred in slightly lenient conditions
that warranted tender care and charisma.
The
moments that were painstaking were those of delicacy. That a form one has a
mammoth appetite is not a matter of contradiction. It is conversely true that
they are beings who need to lactose and peptide since it excites their
timelessness. And that meant they were treated with disdain and ridicule the
moment they ambled to the cafeteria when their time of receipt had not
materialized. By that I mean their partake had to come after all their seniors
had taken their dosages since mealtimes were analogous to drug time since the
portion (though I now consider it satiable) was not sufficient for the eke.
Eking that never involved any considerable effort so tiring. But it was better
all the same.
My
crystal ball tells me that if I never went through such molding, perhaps I
would not have had a worthy anecdote to tell. I am sure there are even far
worse cases. What am sure of is the fact that my Alma mater was the best. It
may have had its own shortfall but again, it did the best in making men out of
boys.
However, school should not be a torture chamber where one shivers each time he
thinks of making entry into the school. Ways should be put in place to curb
indiscipline in a way that does not diminish the character of any person. Some
rules are barbaric and bespeak of savage tendencies. Structured ways should be
ratified to deal with short comings in school.
The past is now behind and the future is beckoning. It is full of prosperity
and downfalls. Just like in school where we were flogged. Society does flog us
and puts us in shape. We learn from it and surge on ahead being sanguine.
Reiterating previous sentiments, I am where I am partly because of some of the
discipline that made us proper citizens. We may have vengeful thoughts and be
bitter with some of the predicaments we went through but forgiving and
forgetting is always a virtue. When I meet some of my former tormentors and
smile each time we chart and remind them of the way they used to act insane,
they smile in return.
