* STORY OF THE DAY — True Campus Story*
My first week on campus felt like I had just broken out of prison into a life of pure freedom. There was no assembly bell at 7 a.m., no prefect dragging my shirt to check if I tucked in, no principal patrolling to punish latecomers. Nobody was looking at my hair or shoes. It felt like the whole world had finally left me alone to enjoy life the way I wanted. For the first time, I felt like a big boy.
In my head, university was a soft life. I could wake up when I wanted, stroll to class if I felt like it, or just skip and tell myself “I’ll borrow notes later” or “abeg, I’ll watch a YouTube video to catch up.” Assignments didn’t scare me because, in my mind, deadlines were far and I still had time. Afternoons were for strolling across campus, gisting with my hostel guys, or playing ball like I was on a long holiday. I thought I was living the dream.
But reality came faster than I expected. First test entered like unexpected NEPA light. I walked into the hall with confidence, convinced that my sharp brain would carry me. But omo, when I opened that question paper, the first question alone humbled me. It was like the lecturer had deliberately set the test for people who sat in front every class and paid attention to every small comment he made. Most of the questions were not even in the slides I had downloaded — they came from examples and side explanations I had skipped.
When results came out, the shock hit me harder. The same guys I always saw playing ball, laughing, and chilling were topping the class. I couldn’t understand it at first until I realised the truth — they had mastered balance. They still enjoyed campus life, but they knew when to read. They knew when to take assignments seriously. They were not running from lectures like me; they attended enough to catch all the small points that later appeared in tests.
That was the day I understood what nobody tells you before admission: university is not built to force you to succeed. Nobody will wake you for lectures. Nobody will beg you to submit assignments. Nobody will hold your hand during tests. You can decide to spend all semester partying, and the school will allow you. But every single thing you do will reflect in your CGPA. Freedom here is sweet, but it is also a trap.
If you don’t have self‑discipline, your own freedom will set you up for failure. So if you are an aspirant preparing to enter, enjoy campus life. Meet people. Explore opportunities. But balance it with discipline. Because at the end of the day, na you go decide whether your freedom will build a strong CGPA or scatter everything you’ve worked for.
Drop a reaction if you found this interesting/impactful.
*📖 STORY OF THE DAY — True Campus Story*
My first week on campus felt like I had just broken out of prison into a life of pure freedom. There was no assembly bell at 7 a.m., no prefect dragging my shirt to check if I tucked in, no principal patrolling to punish latecomers. Nobody was looking at my hair or shoes. It felt like the whole world had finally left me alone to enjoy life the way I wanted. For the first time, I felt like a big boy.
In my head, university was a soft life. I could wake up when I wanted, stroll to class if I felt like it, or just skip and tell myself “I’ll borrow notes later” or “abeg, I’ll watch a YouTube video to catch up.” Assignments didn’t scare me because, in my mind, deadlines were far and I still had time. Afternoons were for strolling across campus, gisting with my hostel guys, or playing ball like I was on a long holiday. I thought I was living the dream.
But reality came faster than I expected. First test entered like unexpected NEPA light. I walked into the hall with confidence, convinced that my sharp brain would carry me. But omo, when I opened that question paper, the first question alone humbled me. It was like the lecturer had deliberately set the test for people who sat in front every class and paid attention to every small comment he made. Most of the questions were not even in the slides I had downloaded — they came from examples and side explanations I had skipped.
When results came out, the shock hit me harder. The same guys I always saw playing ball, laughing, and chilling were topping the class. I couldn’t understand it at first until I realised the truth — they had mastered balance. They still enjoyed campus life, but they knew when to read. They knew when to take assignments seriously. They were not running from lectures like me; they attended enough to catch all the small points that later appeared in tests.
That was the day I understood what nobody tells you before admission: university is not built to force you to succeed. Nobody will wake you for lectures. Nobody will beg you to submit assignments. Nobody will hold your hand during tests. You can decide to spend all semester partying, and the school will allow you. But every single thing you do will reflect in your CGPA. Freedom here is sweet, but it is also a trap.
If you don’t have self‑discipline, your own freedom will set you up for failure. So if you are an aspirant preparing to enter, enjoy campus life. Meet people. Explore opportunities. But balance it with discipline. Because at the end of the day, na you go decide whether your freedom will build a strong CGPA or scatter everything you’ve worked for.
Drop a reaction if you found this interesting/impactful.❤️
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