THE STORY OF HOW I GOT ADMITTED INTO THE UNIVERSITY OF ILORIN
It all started after I have graduated from secondary school as the best student. Expectations were high. I had a great score in my UTME. Here comes the time to go ‘kill’ the post UTME and once more, shine. But life doesn’t always give us what we want or what we think we deserve. Long story short” I failed. I failed the post UTME. It was the post UTME of my most preferred school then. No one expected this from me not my parent, not my teachers, not my mentors, not even me.
I can’t fully rejoice when my friends started getting admission. Not that I don’t want to rejoice with them, but the feeling of being left alone, being left out of the game was what kept me from doing so. I suffer the pain for a whole year. I must tell you, I tried, I tried gaining admission into any school. I even tried to gain admission to a remedial program so as not to be left behind. But the truth was, my parent don’t have the cash to pay for the exorbitant fees. So, I am back to where I started. Which means I had to wait for another year to try. The fear now is if I will be able to perform better, if history is not going to repeat itself. But I kept doing what I know how to do: I read and pray.
Here comes another year, here comes another opportunity for me to get it right. I have to get it right. So I put in all my effort hoping to have the highest score in UTME across the whole country for that year. But no, my score was less than the previous year, which means I score less than 300 I was disappointed and scared as I think my performance is getting low. How do I expect to perform better in post UTME this time? When I can’t even make a better UTME score. But this time, I manage to make it above the average post UTME score, but I still have the fear. If you are like me, you’ve probably heard the story of a guy who had 90% in his post UTME but was denied admission. What hope do I have? When my score is not even close. Again I did what I know how to do: I pray.

“Thank God I have been offered admission”, “I was offered Biochemistry but I put in for Medicine”, “Is there anyone who have been offered Physiology?”
No, that’s not me. Those were the comments I found on a Facebook group I follow, the first batch of the admission list has just been released. The tension is on the high again.
With a mixture of excitement and fear I quickly rushed to the University’s website to check my name. But all I could see is the sorry message and the plead to check back later. I was once again down. After few days, I do what most people would do; I started looking for the percentage of students that were admitted in the first batch and comparing them with the previous years, and also asking people who have gained admission into the same school to know which batch they were admitted. I was once again calm when I heard most students were admitted in the second batch. But my heart is still filled with ‘what if’ questions: What if I am not admitted? What if history repeats itself?
Once again, I do what I know how to do: pray.
It was on a sunny afternoon, and I was feeling sick from fever. I was laying on my bed when a call came in. It was my friend who had been offered admission into my institution of choice the first year we both tried. I was afraid after seeing his call, this is a guy that will rarely pick his phone to call you. What is he going to tell me? Is it that the second list is out that I should go and check? Or is it something else, not related to admission? So I picked the call in suspense. Then I dropped the call after some minutes. My guess was right, it is one of the two guesses I had. But even better; I have been offered admission. Immediately, everything around me looked different, the fever flew away, I was filled with joy. But then I remembered the last part of the call where he said: “the bad news is that you have not been offered the course you applied for”.
But who care if it is that course or not, I am just trying to make it to the University. To clearly understand my position just visualize a man whose favorite food is rice and would hardly eat any other food on a good day. But here comes a day he is penniless and hungry with no hope of food. And close to the end of the day someone from somewhere brought him a food he hasn’t tasted in his whole life. You guess what he will do with the food. So that is what I did.
I accepted the admission and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life.
Thank you for reading through
Narrated by: Alao Tope Abdullahi
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Congrat bro
Is that the last list? Coz my siblings are waiting for admission in unilorin

bia Op, second batch? since when?

congrat..pray for me too

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THE STORY OF HOW I GOT ADMITTED INTO THE UNIVERSITY OF ILORIN
It all started after I have graduated from secondary school as the best student. Expectations were high. I had a great score in my UTME. Here comes the time to go ‘kill’ the post UTME and once more, shine. But life doesn’t always give us what we want or what we think we deserve. Long story short” I failed. I failed the post UTME. It was the post UTME of my most preferred school then. No one expected this from me not my parent, not my teachers, not my mentors, not even me.
I can’t fully rejoice when my friends started getting admission. Not that I don’t want to rejoice with them, but the feeling of being left alone, being left out of the game was what kept me from doing so. I suffer the pain for a whole year. I must tell you, I tried, I tried gaining admission into any school. I even tried to gain admission to a remedial program so as not to be left behind. But the truth was, my parent don’t have the cash to pay for the exorbitant fees. So, I am back to where I started. Which means I had to wait for another year to try. The fear now is if I will be able to perform better, if history is not going to repeat itself. But I kept doing what I know how to do: I read and pray.
Here comes another year, here comes another opportunity for me to get it right. I have to get it right. So I put in all my effort hoping to have the highest score in UTME across the whole country for that year. But no, my score was less than the previous year, which means I score less than 300 I was disappointed and scared as I think my performance is getting low. How do I expect to perform better in post UTME this time? When I can’t even make a better UTME score. But this time, I manage to make it above the average post UTME score, but I still have the fear. If you are like me, you’ve probably heard the story of a guy who had 90% in his post UTME but was denied admission. What hope do I have? When my score is not even close. Again I did what I know how to do: I pray.

“Thank God I have been offered admission”, “I was offered Biochemistry but I put in for Medicine”, “Is there anyone who have been offered Physiology?”
No, that’s not me. Those were the comments I found on a Facebook group I follow, the first batch of the admission list has just been released. The tension is on the high again.
With a mixture of excitement and fear I quickly rushed to the University’s website to check my name. But all I could see is the sorry message and the plead to check back later. I was once again down. After few days, I do what most people would do; I started looking for the percentage of students that were admitted in the first batch and comparing them with the previous years, and also asking people who have gained admission into the same school to know which batch they were admitted. I was once again calm when I heard most students were admitted in the second batch. But my heart is still filled with ‘what if’ questions: What if I am not admitted? What if history repeats itself?
Once again, I do what I know how to do: pray.
It was on a sunny afternoon, and I was feeling sick from fever. I was laying on my bed when a call came in. It was my friend who had been offered admission into my institution of choice the first year we both tried. I was afraid after seeing his call, this is a guy that will rarely pick his phone to call you. What is he going to tell me? Is it that the second list is out that I should go and check? Or is it something else, not related to admission? So I picked the call in suspense. Then I dropped the call after some minutes. My guess was right, it is one of the two guesses I had. But even better; I have been offered admission. Immediately, everything around me looked different, the fever flew away, I was filled with joy. But then I remembered the last part of the call where he said: “the bad news is that you have not been offered the course you applied for”.
But who care if it is that course or not, I am just trying to make it to the University. To clearly understand my position just visiualize a man whose favorite food is rice and would hardly eat any other food on a good day. But here comes a day he is penniless and hungry with no hope of food. And close to the end of the day someone from somewhere brought him a food he hasn’t tasted in his whole life. You guess what he will do with the food. So that is what I did.
I accepted the admission and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life.
Thank you for reading through
Narrated by: Alao Tope Abdullahi
BROUGHT TO YOU BY: www.offkrent.com …finding hostel with ease

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nice writeup and congrats

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