Reminiscing my First Day at school (University Edition ðŸ˜‚)

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I was finally going to the school of my dreams.

With short deep breaths, I stepped into what was supposed to be my first class on my first day at school. Typically if you were in Kindergarten or Primary school, your parents would be obsessing over how cute your uniform looks (I can’t relate either) or take loads of pictures for memories sake.

On this particular day, 3rd September 2018, I was hyperventilating, nervous and feeling a bit too excited. Too excited that I couldn’t even sleep the night before. However, I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. For one, I didn’t know the exact location of my lecture hall. The class was scheduled to begin at 7:30a.m and dad saved me the major headache by driving me all the way to the lecture hall. I arrived at 7:35. Needless to say, I was terribly late, but by now I was on cloud nine. My nervousness was pretty much non-existent now and I basically gave myself a pep talk.

It sounds like I was taking this way too seriously, but if I was going to do it, I was going to do it right. As I stepped foot into the hall, my jaw literally dropped to the floor. My eyes met with the humongous number of people. It was a French class. The room was so full that a number of us were standing until people were made to scoot over to make room for the rest of us. I sat down quietly and enjoyed the rest of the class.

Oh, but let me tell you, by the time I went to sleep that night, I  was ever ready to kick University’s butt.

By: Vanessa Adaboh

Instagram: @nessa.the.finesser

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