#BackinSecondaryschooldays Share your secondary school experience.

For me my stay in FSTC Awka was a very interesting one as a boarding student. Those days while at prep your mind will be skipping because you don't know the number of cane you will chop before going to bed.

Once it is night time, while in your bed the senior students will Land and be demanding for milk and biscuit. At a time I decided not to come back with provision. If they ask me to open my cupboard, I will gladly do so.

Chai I cannot also forget that Ice cream we use to line up at the canteen to buy. Imagine where you are combining Ice cream with buns or Doughnut. Chai!

What about the dispointment that comes on a Monday morning when you are about to go to Assembly because we only have our Assembly Monday and friday and you notice that your school uniform which you washed and well ironed during the weekend is missing.

O boy na to look for available one and grab and rush to Assembly.
Na so we dey doam those days.

Oh what about those wicked seniors in Borishade and Governors house that will ask you to push an invisible car all through the night. No be small thing.

The dining experience is another thrilling one. Infact I give kudos to the Federal Government, they are really spending a lot of money feeding the students and upon that our school fees is a change to what my friends are paying in private school. Those days you will eat to your satisfaction and you will even hear voices echoing "who want more" trust some gluttonous niggas, they will not mind going for 6th round untill their stomach protrude and the next thing will be to sleep in the Class.

Once you hear dining bell, mehn just grab your spoon and run towards the dining because once it is 30 minutes late mehn that ma Chido with a fearful face will lock the dining and then you will hear people inside the dinning telling you that "Oshogo go" meaning that you have missed out. This is an experience you never want to witness especially on a hot afternoon when you are damn hungry. Chido no get joy but trust us nah, we always have a way of entering through the back kitchen and pacifying the the dreaded Mama Ijeoma, her Excellency of Fedy who is not just an outstanding Chemistry teacher, influential boarding house mistress but also a kitchen and dinning supervisor. If you are close to her you will know she don't have problem but don't step on her toes else she will roast you.

Night Life in Federal was an amazing one. Those days the dining hall was my favourite place. I will sit with with my clique of friends, trust me some of us I mean those one who start noding their head once they open book will be ready to smoke that night. Naughty students!

Where we even get the matches and lighter to carry out such a bad act is what I don't know. May be Unana my friend as the head of stubborn students can tell.

Gradually man Pikin entered Senior secondary and level changed. No more that short, now we are wearing trouser and commanding junior students. "Eeeh come here, take this money, go to canteen and buy ice cream and doughnut for me" Nawa oh see Level. I kept doing this till the day one junior student took my money and disappeared. Money I no see, ice cream I no see.

How to locate him was a difficult task, where will I start from when JSS1 runs from A to F.

Now that we are in Senior Class, level don't change but that does not mean we can't chop cane from the senior guys most especially the guys in SS2. SS3 students are busy with preparation for external exams so have little or no time but SS2 who are warming up to take over will never stop flexing their newly assumed power as the emperors of the dormitory.

Our class then is a wonderful one. If you took first position and relax next term, you will definitely backslide to 12. I can count the No of time one person took first two consecutive times. No wonder most of them now are really doing well in their chosen fields of endeavour.

Chai I can go on and go on and talk about the beautiful, the ugly and sad secondary school experience . But before I continue, let me hear from you.