My school, school of health information, was situated a bit far from the school's university, and in the surrounding area are other health schools. The nursing, community health officers, biomedical engineering, dark room studies and the laboratory technicians. This combo might have been an interesting one if competition on who's the best school wasn't our usual fight. We'll literally go to either the nursing students or the biomedical students and start up an argument in an attempt to cover the guilt that our profession only deals with cards and writing of  patient's information- One major thing I didn't like about my course. Why study for 5 years total only to end up writing names and filing folders in shelves, what anyone can learn in 2 days. Maybe because they thought we were dumb and had to keep us five years to learn how to spell names and keep folders on shelves.

Maybe they were right, hahaha. We didn't have any steez, we were the only school in the entire school that didn't mind climbing mango trees during school hours and shouting "pluck that ripe one, Give me that stone, that mango tree get sweet mangoes pass" as health students. And if you care to know, those mangoes were my breakfast and dinner.


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What remained a culture was the yearly scientific week for new students. A week free of lectures with social engagement, the Last night was the social night, it was all party and social events, and boy the night when you see the beauty from every female student. I only have one issue about this very night, the fellowship body believed I shouldn't be part of this, especially when one was a leader like I was. I longed to be there, but someone was going to report to the top officials that the president was there. You see me walking past the venue like I'm checking the people who attended but something in me wanted to bring out the social me that has been cubed by some rules. Imagine the nights when the Love of my life wants to dance with me, but I'm busy on patrol and peeping the show at any available chances. This kept repeating all through my years in school because I remained a leader and I know my successors till date are going through the same pain.