A Tough-time With My Project Supervisor

Some days I can’t forget are when I was still an undergraduate. I never knew life could be that tough as a student in university. I had the mentality that life as a student in university was way better than that of secondary school. This was because I had my eyes on the freedom that comes from it, not knowing there was more to it that I couldn’t see.

My first and final year in university was my worst year. The first year got me because I was still a novice at it, and I was yet to understand how things ran. I was trying to get myself accustomed to the new ways and surroundings.

I actually felt the hit when I sat for my first exams, I was like is this really how I would continue for five years?? It felt like decades that won't have an end any more. I tried to give myself some hope that I would surely survive it.

All I was thinking about was the years I had ahead of me. If the first year could come this tough, then what will subsequent years appear to look like?

Just like my instincts, it came out similarly. My first year even appeared to be easier than the next. The courses got tougher, and at some point, they began to eliminate students who couldn’t meet up with the pass mark.

The second, third, and fourth years were still fair enough. I almost regretted gaining admission in the first place when I got to my final year.

There was this chemistry course I had never for once gotten a good grade in. And it happens to be a course that advances each year. The first time I took the course was my first carryover. The headache I got when I had to sit for it again in addition to the present year’s course was underwhelming. But I tried my best just to pass and not even think about good grades.

I have always wished and prayed that I don't fall into the hands of the lecturer in charge as my project supervisor. That has been my prayer point because we are not allowed to pick a supervisor or department of our choice.

It was like my prayers were answered inversely. I fell into that department and she became my supervisor. I couldn’t cry but secretly endured the pain from it. I knew my final year would be the worst year in the university.

She actually proved herself to me, she gave me a project topic instead of giving me the chance to pick a topic of my choice like others did. I felt like I just wanted to receive that punishment from her. She treated me like a project sample. I suffered and endured, prayed, and worked to the extent that I began to count down the days I had left in the university with the fear of not having a spillover.

She promised that if I didn't abide by her choices and that I didn't graduate, I would fail her course and even my project. I wasn't the only one in this but my case was just different because I never wanted her in the first place. In the end, I finally graduated but not with the class of degree I worked for. I was just grateful.

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This is my response to the HIVE LEARNERS weekly prompt in the hive-learners community for the Week 170 Edition 1, and the topic to be discussed is DIFFICULT TO GRASP.

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