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My Jamb Story VI
My Second Jamb:
I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGISE FOR TAKING YOU THROUGH SOME PARTS OF THE STORY WHICH WASNT ACTUALLY PART OF THE STORY. I DID THAT BECAUSE I WOULD BE TOO BUSY TO WRITE THE REAL STORY.....THANKS
I attended a tutorial, got some past questions and lent how to use the Brochure and Jamb Syllabus.
After i left my working place, my next target was passing Jamb and i was desperate to get the best out of the exam. I wanted to return the blow and cure my injuries quicker than ever.
1 week to Jamb and i was really afraid. I did my best to prepare well but something was wrong again. Let me show you this:
1st Choice: University Of Lagos
2nd Choice: University of Ibadan
Subjects:
Use of English
Physics
Chemistry
Biology
Exam Centre: Ikeja
I got to Cayley College Ikeja very early that morning, got searched and settled down for the exam. I prayed seriously but i was still very much afraid because of my 1st experience. The question paper was passed and the exam started. I finished English, moved over to Biology, Physics was next and Chemistry was last. I wasnt sure of the Chemistry but i did my best.
The result was out in a week and i was happy with the result.
"256" i smashed it! What a great
score. I was so happy but no pride. What else? Post jamb
To be continued...
My 3rd Jamb

Part 5c

My Jamb Experience (Part 6b)
Leaving my 1st school:
With a reluctant body, lazy feet, unwilling
hands and a demoralized system, i go to work
daily like someone attending a compulsory
exam preparation class.
Things changed quickly, i could barely handle
the chalk with joy, the thought of the kids and
their love is struggling with my morale to
work.
But what was responsible for this? Not only
for the fact that big aunty was annoying but
also because i was swimming with a shark
and it made me feel worse.
A friend of mine who was also close to
Benedict told me about how Benedict's salary
was increased to 10k because he promised to
make us both serve the school for 2 yrs.
I stylishly asked him and i realised the truth.
Oh? That's it! That's the reason for my
reluctancy and dullness. We still chat as
friends but i weep in my heart each time i
talked to him during school breaks.
The month was over and the salary was
delayed. I asked for mine but only to be given
excuses by Big Aunty that the school was
owing Benedict too. I wondered what that
meant.
Benedict travelled and i continued with the
school for the summer coaching since Big
Aunty promised to pay me if i showed up. I
did best, piled up my unpaid debts yet no
show. The money wasnt the problem then
but the wicked act of these Trio. I got home
one day and thought of the best way to leave
the school...
My Resignation Letter
The love of the kids was still burning
ceaselessly in my heart but i wont let that stop
what i was about doing. I summoned Big
Uncle and Aunty to a meeting and LIED that i
had gained Admission to the University of
Ibadan.
Fake smiles, sad looks following by shallow
minded congratulations from the couple. I
gave them a month to pay me up as i would
be in need of money for school but that did
not work an inch.
Desperation set in as i took my shirt from the
hanger. My temper rose to a thermo-couple's
temperature, nothing could stop me.
I was moving very fast pounding the ground
like a soldier march parade, i badged into the
compound of Big Uncle headed straight to
their room, kicked the door open and guess
what i saw?
I met the couple eating a President's meal, i
asked for my money in a very loud voice, they
asked me to keep calm and not shout but i
dashed out and knocked very hard on their
neighbours' doors to come out and watch a
drama. I stood outside the house trying to
pull a crowd, i was shouting and jumping, big
aunty's wicked coupled with my friend's
betrayal made the lamp of the matter burned
with fuel.
Big Aunty came out at last with my money
and that was how i gave them my resignation
letter. It was after then i remembered my
Principal's favourite quote - "A human being
must run mad for at least 5 mins everyday" I
just had mine...
I'll miss the kids and i'm beginning to love
teaching too. What Next?
To be continued...
My 2nd Jamb

ninja4life: Haha on top #4000 in a month...

Abi oh

My Jamb Experience (Part 5b)
Aunty Doyin's Letter To Me:
Uncle Akin pls don (dont) be annoy oh, i just want to ask if the lesson that you are doing for the children is for free of chage (charge) becos i was the one that was doing it for them before you come.
Should we be share it or you will be doing it go?
Pls Reply.....
I pitied English Language that day, because she totally murdered it, i excused my and laughed till i began to cry. Not as if i'm the best at the Oyinbos language oh but at the same time i still dey try.
I went to see her myself and we resolve the issue, i also told her not to write letters to me again instead, she should send for me.
She felt like a boss.
The 1st month's pay was quick and without any processing delay same with the 2nd month. My boss was beginning to enjoy myself and Benedict's work rate. The S.S. 2 students didnt touch a topic in Physics and Geography but i was able to assist them cover the 75% of S.S. 1 work in just 1 term, they come by 7am and leave by 5:30pm they also attended saturday classes then.
Everything was working out perfectly and i was beginning to have flair for teaching.
My oga's wife (Big aunty) never sees anything good in what we do, all she knows how to do is just complain and complain.
Her "kangaroo walk" amuses me and that never makes me when she's complaining. I call out orders in my mind and she obeys them in the physical world.
"Chest Out" "Heads Up".... Imagine the posture. And her hands seperated like a duck's in water.
"Dont sit down" "Dont beat them" Ha! It was as worse as the treatment of Pharaoh towards the Children of Israel.
But big uncle is always calm and nice. I never knew they both had plans. I cried when they unleashed it.
To be continued
Leaving my 1st School.

Madawaki01: Interesting story,.but let ur updates be regular.

I'm sorry... Just that i'm always very busy.

My Jamb Experience V
Life After Jamb:
My 1st ever interview in life, i was not looking nervous, afraid or anything. I was just desperate to get employed and the proprietor of the school too didnt look as if he'll disappoint Benedict and myself.
"You can resume on Monday" He told us and i was happier than Esther when she got Samuel. Slowly monday came and i finally got some freedom from mummy's house arrest and early morning talks but i was a bit worried when the Proprietor said i'll teach Geography, Maths, Physics, Agric, Yoruba and finally stay in Pry. 4 class.
"Is it not better to just stay at home" i thought to myself but i was only looking for a way out of "my Lazarus Tomb". The worst part of everything, big uncle (The Proprietor) shifted his glasses twice before opening his mouth twice as if he was afraid of saying he would pay us N4,000.
I almost walked away but the "tomb" made me agree to the job and we carried on.
Day after day i go to the school to teach and come back home with N200 daily - earnings from school lessons.
"Hey hey hey oya start over" Aunty Doyin ordered, she was another teacher in the school whose make-ups were not different from that of Madam Gagu of Binta and Friends.
Her assembly was like an army parade ground because she dishes out order with a very loud voice yet "nothing special".
Our boss called her his best teacher which made me respected her initially but....
"Arise o Compatriot".....
After 5 lines
She stops....
Starts all over....
Stops again,,,,.
Finally asks a student to finish it up.
She did this for over three times before i concluded "the best teacher" cant recite the National Anthem. I never knew Benedict noticed this too. We laughed as we walked home and i was beginning to find something interesting about the school.
To be continued
Aunty Doyin's Letter To Me