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<center><sup>***"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that count." - [Winston Churchill]().***</sup></center>
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This is a quote that best described my story about failure and how I persevere until I got what I was looking for. It is painful and disheartening when you apply for admission, but are rejected especially seeing your future and already planning how things would go. 
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I remembered some years back when I was just a little young girl, sitting with my mom in the shop that evening and I could also remember it was on a Thursday because there were ladies and guys all dressed in their Khaki uniforms, these were NYSC members and are also called Corpers. NYSC means National Youth Service Corps and it's a one-year program for all Nigerian graduates to serve their country.  
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I saw these groups of Corpers and their uniforms attracted me, so I promised myself to study hard and wear the uniform.  
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After my NCE program which lasted three years in college and that was in 2015, I planned to further my Education for my Bachelor's degree once. I already started applying for direct entry to a university close to where I did my NCE program but I was rejected. 
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Unfortunately, my mom died in June 2016 and my dream of furthering my education was shattered. She was the one running around to cater to her children and she did her best. I couldn't stop dreaming of going to school but there was no hope of me applying. 
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My sister decided to help me and she said I would be going back to school. Though I insisted I wanted to work more because I never had anyone except my sister who was just beginning a new work. 
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I decided to apply the second time through direct entry into 200 level instead of obtaining a jamb form which could make me start from 100 level. But with my NCE certificate, I could take the direct entry form.
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The application form came towards the end of 2016 when I bought it, I travelled to Lagos State the following year in January because I picked the University of Lagos as the school had the course I wanted to do. I went through a tough time in Lagos because of this process as I was present to be screened and my results checked. Thank God we weren't writing any exams.
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I went back home with the hope that I'd been given admission. But unluckily for me, I was rejected as I didn't meet up with the score they wanted. I cried for days because I wanted to be in that school. I thought going back to school wasn't for me and I kept thinking of my dream to go for NYSC and becoming a Corper. 
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I waited for another chance to get a  form to be out because I decided to try again and if it doesn't go, then, I might just forget about it and continue working.
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When the form was out towards the end of the year 2017, I planned to pick the same university again with the hope of being admitted. One thing about direct entry form is that it comes out a few weeks after the jamb form. When I had waited for the form to be out, I got the news that the school wasn't admitting direct entry candidates but jamb that year. 
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I got devastated. I didn't want to obtain a jamb form as I wasn't planning on starting from 100 level. Even when people kept advising me to go for it, I declined, of what use when I already went for my NCE program which I used 3yrs, so will I be using another four years in the University instead of three? I had to stop trying any school which I concluded going to school wasn't for me. 
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I never planned to try again because I assumed nothing good would happen but my sister kept encouraging me to press on and never lose hope. She told me how she was wishing for me to go to school and become a University graduate just like her and my younger sister who was already in school by then. Even though I loved her wish, I just lost hope in it. 
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Then, in December 2018, another form was out. I was skeptical about it for a while because I do not want to waste any money again. But I proceeded to obtain the form and did all I needed to do. I didn't choose UI again but a federal school in another state.
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After some months, an online test was scheduled for all candidates and we were allowed to write from anywhere so that we wouldn't be coming over to the school. It was an easy one as I could just go to a nearby cafe and get it done. I was using an android phone but I was scared as I didn't want any mistake to happen. 
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After writing the test, the result came after the third day and I got a score that could get me into the school, at least I got over 70% chance of being admitted but I wasn't happy, thinking I might lose it again.
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Several months later, the admission list was out. All batches came out and I couldn't find my name. I was so scared and hopeless again. I didn't know what to do because I kept asking the question *"why was this happening to me?"* 
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At that point, I knew I had tried my best and that was enough. I have failed three times already so why should I continue? The next day I continued working as a teacher and had forgotten about the admission.
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Then, one day while in Church, a member asked about my admission and I explained everything from A-Z without missing any detail of it. He said to me, *"Mrs....has a brother in the University, let's talk to her so her brother would help us"*. I didn't want to accept at first but he insisted he would help me. 
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We spoke to the woman and she also talked to her brother about my situation. My details were sent to him and he called me to keep being hopeful. I was happy again and had a ray of hope because this man was working in the admission office and I had faith that something could be done. 
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The man called some days later to confirm from my dashboard. I checked and saw **"Admission in progress"**. I became happy because I already knew I would be given admission. I kept refreshing the page and after a few hours that day, the status changed to ***"You have been offered an admission into......to study the course...."*** I said in my mind, **"at last"** with a sigh.
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I jumped with excitement and ran outside but no one to share the good news with because dad wasn't around. I called my sisters and shared the news with them. I kept trying my dad's number but wasn't going through, I was so eager to relay the news to him while waiting for him to return. When he did, I told him and he was so happy for me. 
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That was how I gained admission in January 2019 after failing and being rejected but I tried again. 
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## <center>**Thanks for your time on my blog.**</center> 
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