MY UNIPORT POST UTME EXPERIENCE

POST UTME EXPERIENCE. 

My Post utme exam was scheduled for Tuesday 29 August. I had previously prayed it'd be by 12pm( Afternoon batch) so I could leave for porthacourt that morning but when I did reprint I found out my exam was scheduled for 9am and there isn't any possible way I could leave Ughelli for Porthacourt before 9am. 


My dad contacted a friend who lives in Porthacourt so I could spend the day there before going to uniport the next morning for my exam. By 10am Monday 28 August I had boarded a bus headed to Porthacourt with a family friend waiting for me at the other end. 


It felt good, I felt grown to be traveling all the way to porthacourt all alone yet there was this weird way I was also feeling. I had prepare for the exam though I didn't meet my planned target I had studied and done my best and was still feeling uneasy. 


Entering Porthacourt had this feeling. I loved the air, even though science says all air have same constitute, I believed Porthacourt's was different from what i used to inhale. The peace and quiet, beautiful view and all captured my heart like capcut. Lol. 


My dad's friend who I was to stay with came to pick me from the park though I waited for quite some time given that his place is far from the motor park. In his car we journey to his apartment, I got to see the famous Genesis restaurant and even had lunch there (the food was expensive sha). The reception at the house was quite nice, from the look of things the man had a lot of kid though all were out leaving beyond the last child. It was a big empty house filled with books and amazing arts, I did wander around. I ate dinner and slept. 


Tuesday 29th August I woke up to several encouraging messages (You can do this!!, Go break a leg!!!, Show em what you've got etc). I had breakfast and left for university of Porthacourt Choba. My Dad's friend drove me down to the center and I soon joined the long line of student standing. 


I met a nice Igbo girl from Imo state, we talked and all during the waiting stage. Unfortunately we were separated just before we entered the hall, I didn't even find her after the exam. 


Now to the main meat of the matter, like all my recent projects, this post utme project *FAIL*. After 30minutes of brainstorming over which answer to pick given that most of the options were tricky my score was ready. I'd wanted to have the minimum of "260" yet the goal was "400" I do know it laughable, I had a 160 out of 400. The moment I saw the score I immediately burst into laughter. Like bro what in God's name is this?  


I went out of the hall and surprisingly didn't cry, I searched for people I knew online and the girl I chatted with earlier but I didn't see any so I went to a corner to quickly sit. Omo in was truly exhausted after calculating my aggregate and realizing I had no chances I just felt even weaker. I sat there for over an hour before strolling down, well, on my way to the school gate something interesting caught my eyes. You wouldn't believe it? Lol, you would. It was the uniport basket ball court. It was so fine and almost empty. 



I sat quietly as in inhaled the cold breeze there. Sitting there for over an hour I fell more in love with the school, the scenery was mind blowing. I did have a call with my coach and bought ice cream, soon I was feeling better and enthusiastic as always. 


I took my failure in good faith, another project did fail but it didn't make me a failure. I braced up and went to the park to board a vehicle home. Currently I'm on my way home as I write this, I loved every bit of this experience. And for those you haven't written yet, here's my advice; *"Prepare for warrrrrr"* and pray it a walk in the park. 


Merry Tuesday folk 
Thanks for engaging. 



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