An institution can’t make a man. Only a man can make a man. Whether the spur to excellence comes from the man himself or from the faculty, human excellence can only be a product of human grooming and guidance. In the words of … (link to my blog post)
What does my degree mean?
Typically, a person undergoes a course of study for maybe four to six years, and is then awarded a certificate with a grade. The institution assesses you based on your performance in examinations and other activities over the period, and declares you a Bachelor of Engineering or of Science and so on. However, this degree does not tell of important lessons or skills that you might have learnt during the period. It makes me wonder.
Conscience, principle and creativity are courses that you never get certificates for passing. Even when you pass, you must carry them over the next chance that you get. Little wonder, since you never graduate from a more important school we are all enrolled in, the school of life.
The next few months are my last as a student in the Nigerian university system, since I doubt that I will undergo any other form of study in a one. I have decided to use this blog to chronicle the events that will lead up to the day that I throw my convocation hat heaven ward, and my joy will know no bounds. The objectives of this blog are as follows:
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More than being a personal journal, I would like for it to be a commentary on the university system as I have come to see and know it over the past five years. I want to capture the sentiment of the Nigerian student, as I see it. I want to tell the stories that are products of the internal state within the citadels of higher education within our country.
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I want to leave sentiments and opinions that will make the university experience more worthwhile, for thousands of young people who rush into school without a clue, and graduate without having the slightest idea what next to say, believe or do.
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I want to show the educational system for what it really is; another attempt of man to take an imperfect system and label it with absolutes and ultimate power. Not with a view to vilify, but to encourage young people, who are all too willing sponges of the system to take positive and definitive action, carefully thought out and planned in order to get the most out of their time in the university. To show the grape how to withstand the calloused feet of the wine maker and still turn into an excellent vintage.
Much negativity has been alleged of our Nations Tertiary Institutions, I am neither here to censure or approbate the ongoing in my University and in the University system within the next few months, but to provide my candid appraisal of occurrences, objectively and as stimulating as I possibly can.
This is not a story about one person; it is the story of a million Nigerian undergraduates told from the perspective of a majority of one. Who is that person? It really does not matter; it might as well be you!
So follow me on a journey. Please follow me as a I walk the last mile down the corridors of the university. My eyes are peering through the hum to seek out the extraordinary. I don’t know exactly where it leads but I am full of vibrant optimism, which can only keep me hoping that the destination will be as fulfilling as it already seems in my imagination.
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