Sophomore year📚

My second year in Uni started with an intimidating interview at a new campus I had applied to. A sign of things to come? Maybe it was. The interview didn’t go great, I gotta say. It was my first ever interview and a few TikTok videos on how to answer interview questions didn’t cut it. My papers spoke for themselves but I had to speak for myself too. Everything went on well until I started mumbling my words to the answer of “Who am I?” Every answer after that dreaded question was just me putting together English words in no order at all just so as to finish that interview and scram!!

And I did flee that building - fast! Not even accepting the ginger tea offered by the kind receptionist. On the way back home, I knew that was the start of either something beautiful, or a season to dread.

Guess which one it was. Yup! Obviously a season to dread.

In second year, after the housing scam we’d gone through with my sister, I decided to move in with her, just in case we get scammed, we do it together again😂. And that turned out to be a both sides of the coin experience.

Hostel life ain’t so exciting or worth it, considering how much money is paid for the accommodation and the conditions of the hostels. Plus, I’ve always just wanted to live outside school.

The tail side of the coin was that sometimes with the cold mornings of Nairobi, I just couldn’t get out of bed to go to class. I would snooze the alarm for five more minutes and end up never attending the class. And one thing about truancy, once you miss class and not much consequence happens, you start seeing it as normal. Sooner rather than later, attending class is the abnormal thing to do and absenteeism feels more normal and comfortable. And this heavily affected my second year grades; something I hope I’ve learned going into this third year.

I wouldn’t go back to living inside school just coz of class attendance, because there are other areas I absolutely deemed worth it to live outside campus.
Made new friends in the area I live in.
Sometimes a feeling of not being in a school set up helps calm you down and take a break from all the studying and work.
Easier to have friends over for get togethers and game nights.

In a nutshell, second year was more of a learning experience than experience itself. Went by so fast and realized just how much Uni goes by in a snap of a finger. True to it, the journey is always the best part, and the two remaining years are still part of an exciting journey, so far. Let’s see how it goes..

The feedback I got from writing ‘Freshman Year’ a few months back, was that many people do want to share their experiences of Uni and other life experiences, and they just haven’t discovered platforms to share said experiences as I have found in this newsletter.
If you would like to share any experience you feel people might get something out of, hit the <reply> button and I will share your story here (confidentially of course😉).

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