I once abhorred school and anything to do with education; so much that I took the pains to hatch a plan to do something that would lead to my expulsion. For good, or in short ‘for G’ as we used to call it back then! I was in form 2. Things were not always like that. I had gone to high school with high expectations and my aim was to study hard and become a surgeon; Things started changing in right in form 1. We were bullied like nobody’s business. I remember staying without food for 2 whole days at some point in second term of form 1. It was not a walk in the park. All duties in school were done by form ones including washing form four classes on Saturdays and Wednesdays, after 9:30pm. Life was hard and to some, unbearable. I hated school!
By the time we got to form 2, I didn't have the initial excitement of being in school. You all know how much form 2s were hated by everyone, including teachers. In addition-being a nonconformist- by that time I had made enough enemies in upper forms to warrant living life of a fugitive. My grades started to wobble. I wanted out and made this very clear to my dad. Of course he gave me a flat NO. He was not ready to risk transferring me to another school from such a good school whilst I had proved to be a relatively good performer. This is where I decided to hatch a plan to do something that could ensure was thrown out of school. I started by sneaking out of school into town every weekend. I would make sure that the class prefect was aware of this through many snitches in our class. Unfortunately, the guy understood his JDE very well. Any crime committed outside the 4 walls of the classroom was beyond his jurisdiction. He was also a book warm and had no time for such nonsense. I decided to take it to another level. I went over the fence as the teacher on duty watched me. Surprisingly enough he didn’t even ask me where I was going. Probably he thought I went to pick a ball from the other side of the fence. The gods were working for/against me. Next, I decided to smoke the herb in the abolition blocks right after 9:30pm when there was some traffic there. The information got on the headboy table faster than I expected. I was summoned. They roughed me up for and after sometime I smartly pleaded guilty. The following morning I was in the deputy principal's office. This guy was lethal! He could beat you while you were being beaten. The only thing that made him smile smile was good grades. The rest was sh#t! I was sent home immediately to bring my parent. My plan seemed to be working. When my dad came I was told to wait outside as they discussed in the deputy principal's office. After 40 minutes or so I was asked to go in. My heart was hard like a rock and I couldn't wait to be expelled. To my disbelief, they started giving me life advices on how I was going to destroy my life and that I had a bright future. This is where I came out boldly and told my dad in front of the deputy principal, that I could not manage learning without the herb, and so they had better done something about it! The deputy principal astonishingly said he would look into it. I was sent back to class a very frustrated person.
To cut the long story short, a week later I was made a library assistant captain. I was now a prefect. Life changed in an impulse. I seated at the high table. The blue stripped tie automatically earned me unconditional respect from my former enemies. My performance started to improve. I don’t know the discussion that my dad had with the deputy principal and the discipline master that day, but probably it changed my life. I didn’t score excellent grades in KSCE but I equally didn’t fail. It was a game changer!
By the time we got to form 2, I didn't have the initial excitement of being in school. You all know how much form 2s were hated by everyone, including teachers. In addition-being a nonconformist- by that time I had made enough enemies in upper forms to warrant living life of a fugitive. My grades started to wobble. I wanted out and made this very clear to my dad. Of course he gave me a flat NO. He was not ready to risk transferring me to another school from such a good school whilst I had proved to be a relatively good performer. This is where I decided to hatch a plan to do something that could ensure was thrown out of school. I started by sneaking out of school into town every weekend. I would make sure that the class prefect was aware of this through many snitches in our class. Unfortunately, the guy understood his JDE very well. Any crime committed outside the 4 walls of the classroom was beyond his jurisdiction. He was also a book warm and had no time for such nonsense. I decided to take it to another level. I went over the fence as the teacher on duty watched me. Surprisingly enough he didn’t even ask me where I was going. Probably he thought I went to pick a ball from the other side of the fence. The gods were working for/against me. Next, I decided to smoke the herb in the abolition blocks right after 9:30pm when there was some traffic there. The information got on the headboy table faster than I expected. I was summoned. They roughed me up for and after sometime I smartly pleaded guilty. The following morning I was in the deputy principal's office. This guy was lethal! He could beat you while you were being beaten. The only thing that made him smile smile was good grades. The rest was sh#t! I was sent home immediately to bring my parent. My plan seemed to be working. When my dad came I was told to wait outside as they discussed in the deputy principal's office. After 40 minutes or so I was asked to go in. My heart was hard like a rock and I couldn't wait to be expelled. To my disbelief, they started giving me life advices on how I was going to destroy my life and that I had a bright future. This is where I came out boldly and told my dad in front of the deputy principal, that I could not manage learning without the herb, and so they had better done something about it! The deputy principal astonishingly said he would look into it. I was sent back to class a very frustrated person.
To cut the long story short, a week later I was made a library assistant captain. I was now a prefect. Life changed in an impulse. I seated at the high table. The blue stripped tie automatically earned me unconditional respect from my former enemies. My performance started to improve. I don’t know the discussion that my dad had with the deputy principal and the discipline master that day, but probably it changed my life. I didn’t score excellent grades in KSCE but I equally didn’t fail. It was a game changer!
