CHRONICLES OF LADY AVA: The "Where Are You Now?" Saga



One of the pains of being a secondary school leaver who hasn’t yet gained admission into the university is the fear of being caught off guard when you run into your secondary school teachers and they ask their infamous or rather annoying question: "So, where are you now?"

Nothing annoys Lady Ava as much as this question; it could literally ruin her day. She’ll say, "Can these people just stop reminding me of my inability to gain admission?!"

What’s worse about this ordeal is the mix of pity, disappointment, and borderline disgust that’s often written on the teacher’s face when you respond that you haven’t gotten admission yet.

Some even go as far as saying, "What happened? I thought you were one of the smart ones." While I find it somewhat funny, Ava is always fuming with rage.

There’s a saying she often reminds me of after such encounters: "Na who get admission na know book." So, when a few days ago she reached out to me, overjoyed about meeting a former school teacher who didn’t ask her the usual “Where are you now?” but instead simply inquired about her well-being, I was equally surprised.

Watching someone as intelligent as Ava doubt her abilities because of her inability to gain admission has been one of the saddest things I’ve witnessed.

Society has this rigid curriculum, this stereotype that after secondary school, it’s straight to the university. And when you don’t meet this standard, you’re considered unintelligent or labeled as being "late."

Dearest reader, I believe Ava isn’t the only one who can relate to the feelings of inadequacy that come with telling secondary school teachers you’re still awaiting admission. And I think it’s pretty sad that the word "admitted" suddenly makes you a genius, while "not admitted" reduces you to a dummy.


#COLA
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