The Premier

I have missed so much in the last couple of years i have spent abroad, i cant even begin to count, you know, it is like that christian song 'count your blessings and name them one by seriously can you even begin to count? and if you want to, where would you start from? waking up every day, having peaceful sleeps, breath of life, the numerous unseen blessings, the seen ones that we just think are norms?

Ok, so i didnt start this post to be religious, i am just in between happy excited and sad at the same time, the thing is one of my close high school friends is getting married today, and everyone of my friends is going to be there, except me,(sad right?) it is going to be like a re union for them without me, (the one with the quick wits and sharp mouth, as they call me) i secretly wish it will be so boring that they will miss me so much, but who am i kidding? they are going to have the best time of there lives,.the ttheme for the wedding was the premier, (they had posters like it a movie going to be released on the 6/6/15)so cute.

Good thing tho! some of them called me this morning via Skype and i saw a few people, they all looked so pretty and happy and a combination of everything perfect, and guess what, i hadnt had a shower, (just so you know it was 3:40pm my time) yes i stayed up all night chatting with Ilja (will talk about him some other time, if i feel like it.....and yes Ilja is a He)lol.... so before i digress, i was looking disheveled, i had on hand self made braids and very little clothing( you know how you dress when you are home alone on a Saturday morning and not expecting any visitor). i know you are asking why i picked the call, well, we have limited network coverage in Nigeria, so if you receive a Skype call, you dont put the person off to go dress up, you just pick and hear what they have to say, the next question, why did i turn on the video? i had to see my girls, besides i grew up in the same room with these girls for 6 years in high school, they have seen all there is to be seen. lool.

So after the call, i rush to take a shower and dress up real nice (not too much to impress, but enough to look good and represent that i live abroad especially to the ones that i have lost contact with in the last 11years(OMG it has been so long since i left high school), i even had a photo shoot session, by myself, for myself, with myself, and made a nice dish (more like warm up what i bought from the supermarket) had a nice meal made a toast by self to the bride and groom, and then sat waiting for the Skype call to view the event.

PS; I am in no way sad, and lonely, i just miss home, and my friends!

what is or isnt!

This course mate of mine just checked his result and saw that he did pretty poorly on some courses, he of cause wrote the lectures for a remark of his script, being that he was very sure of what he wrote and did not deserve to have such poor grades, the lecturers in turn replied him and some asked that he re take the exam(for the third time), while the others said he had some issues with plagiarism hence the poor grade, this dude wasnt content, he claimed he spent weeks on week gathering materials, reading, phrasing and rephrasing, and there was no way he would copy and paste without referencing the original authors.

The semester has come to an end, every other day results are been revealed, everyone has there hands in their mouth in anticipation, when i meet some African and Non Estonian students they all have bad things to say about a lecturer who graded them poorly, i mean really, are the lecturers racists for giving you a poor result, or did you actually earn that result from what you wrote? also could it be that the lecturer is strict while marking or is it that you just put down a bunch of rubbish which you thought where right, but actually isnt?

This is the constant tussle between students and lecturers on every level of education, the student praises the lecturer who gives them good grades and the one who gives you bad grade is either a racist, or he/she doesnt even know how to lecture, or he/she is just plainly wicked, there must be something bad to say, this is interesting because it doesnt only end with lecturers and student it goes on in all aspects of the society.

You would be wondering what about me right? what were my grades like, where do i belong, to the group that insults the lecturers or the ones that praises them, well, i gave up on checking and fighting for grades a long time ago, as long as i dont fail the course, i dont care!(thats a lie) and yh, i am a student so of course i would judge the lecturer who gives me a bad grade, it is just the normal thing to do, besides if i ever go into teaching i'm sure my students will judge me too.(i'm not saying i will be a terrible lecturer tho!, but you never know, some students can be really stupid #TBT)

The realisation

So it has been almost a year already?(yes 1 month shy) but really, it just went by like the wind, i mean com on! i only recently finished my Russian language exam in Belarus and hoped on Ecolines luxurious bus for a 12 hr ride to Estonia and now i am done with all my exams for the first year of my masters degree program.

The best part, (for me it is, tho!) is that i have not changed one bit, lol that is a fat ass lie, i have literally never been this stressed in Estonia than i have been in entire life, this beautiful, tiny cosy, safe, peaceful country has drained me, emotionally i am empty, physically i have nothing to offer, psychologically ,economically,socially i'm vanished and spiritually i dont even want to go there! but some how i have managed to pull through, i take back everything i said about been the laziest person in the world, i am as strong as a camel in the desert.

Nevertheless, i have had an amazing time, i have met and dined with great people, shared thoughts and learned from the best, participated in events and competition that 2 years back i never knew even existed, i have traveled far and wide ( not so true, i have just been to the neighboring countries), had the best flatmates anyone could ever ask for, the crazy Germans, coy French,weird Brazilian and pretty Spanish ); whew! i cant believe i survived all that!

And now i am planning another trip.... i seriously wanna say, but i swore an oath to secrecy, and i am a ma (woman) of my word! 
Stay tuned for  more juicy details on my wild(boring) one year in Estonia.
PS; Thanks Matthew for reminding to share, you are awesome!