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How I Wasted Three Years Of My Life Being A Fake University Student

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How I Wasted Three Years Of My Life Being A Fake University Student

admin July 22, 2017
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Life of falsehood jonsing


Living inside a lie has its fun but it is not rewarding as you have only yourself to blame at the end of the day when your dream fizzle out of your reach and grasp. Fortunately for me, I got lucky. I was able to eat my cake but to get it back; I had to waste three good years being a fake student.
How did I get into this mess? Yes, I graduated from secondary school in 1999 and gained admission into the university the following year. My father was elated that he threw a party – something that he’s not cut out for – for me. I went to school and handled my registration with much dexterity and enjoyed our orientation course.
After years of admiring universities’ undergraduates their polished mannerisms and dress-sense in and around my neighbourhood, I have been fortunate enough not to have had my SSCE result withheld, I ended up one of the lucky ones to be so envied. “Now, I’ll have to understudy older fellow students to learn what makes them tick. No more for me all these small boys and girls looking down on me simply because I’m still at home waiting for my results to be released.”
So you can imagine my sense of foreboding and shock as regards my parents’ reaction to the fact that my admission was kind of screwed up by the university admissions’ department. When the first list of those who would be participating in the matriculation exercise was released, my name wasn’t on the list. I became more alarmed when the second and the third lists came out and my sense of having the matter under my grasps went south. I went looking for the contact in the admission’s department who helped me secure the admission after shafting my father the sum of two hundred thousand naira. When I met with him, he assured me the final list would still come out a week before the matriculation. When this final list came out, my name was the only name that still didn’t appear in it among other unfortunate ones in my department.
I decided to tough it out until my people come for the matriculation. Luckily for me, the school authorities couldn’t come up with the matriculation brochure, therefore making it impossible for my parents to figure out what had become of my sojourn to this foremost tertiary institution. Everybody was happy for me as securing a matriculation gown and cap was not a problem. I joined my mates and enjoyed all the fun of becoming an undergraduate. At the back of my mind, I was still nursing the fears of wasting my time despite the assurances given me by my contact that at the end of the day, he would make sure that I graduate alongside my mates. He encouraged me to be attending lectures and helped me secure a fake admission number that I used for three years in sitting for my examinations and enjoying other rights reserved only for undergraduates.
I never bothered telling my parents as they believed that I was actually an undergraduate. They were sending me my allowances as and when due while I used most of the money to throw the sassiest parties and had the best girls on campus fulfilling all of my heart’s desires.
Then it happened in my third year that the school authorities demanded that all third-year students should avail themselves the opportunity of a mandatory screening exercise. I went for mine and met a brick wall. My life was shattered. How do I go back to my parents to break this bad news to them? It was enough to kill my father who ever since I gained admission into the university had been bragging about my academic exploits. At some point, out of my frustrations, I paid some confra guys to see to it that my dubious admissions runs contact have his life snuffed out of him. Fortunately for both of us, I ran into a former flame of mine in another department who knew about my situation on her way to a Campus Fellowship and succeeded in having me go with her. That was two days to getting the job handled. The guy just got lucky for the word of God as espoused by a young man of my age touched me mightily and caused a change of heart in me.
I accepted my mind’s suggestion to sit for JAMB again. I did and graduated in 2007. I still thank God today for my parents’ unbelievable handling of my situation through their maturity and understanding. I thank God for coming to my rescue.
Moral Lesson: No matter what you are facing in your school or life, always discuss it with your parents to avoid you wasting time engaging your energy doing the right thing at the wrong time. It doesn’t achieve our dreams this way.
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