How My Distraction Led Me To A Higher CGPA

 

Am I a Cabin Biscuit…? So, I had a thing for Dr. Stare (pseudonym)

We all have that friend who gets excited about the weirdest things and finds amazement in the little things. Wait let me give examples; she will sit and meticulously watch kids create paper toys with deep admiration, she has an indescribable attraction to deep intelligence and excellence, and your choice of vocabulary around her lands you in the classification of ‘Friend able’ and ‘The Others’, astonishingly she says “It is not about the sophisticated choice of words but about the uncommon use of words”. The round-up is that this friend is weird but you love them anyway. Yep! That’s me. It turns out I have some similarities with your friend and I have opened with this to gist you about Dr. Stare my 300-level lecturer.

I’ve been described severally as a hopeless romantic. That is, my condition when it comes to romance is ghastly hopeless, there’s literally no hope for hope. I fall anyhow, anytime, and with anything. I can even fall in love with the breeze. I remember when I fell in love with my friend in Junior school and I told him how I feel about him, this boy was perplexed, you could touch the confusion on his face. He was confused because we were obviously so young and he wasn’t emotionally mature to understand the emotional wild ride I was going through. The end of that story is that he stopped talking to me because I freaked the living childhood out of him, he became very careful and unrelaxed around me like I was some Alien goddess. Well, we can say I ruined a genuine friendship for the sake of love- RIP to the boys that were too young at heart for our love.

Fast forward to Uni, I started developing admiration and attraction toward my Ghanaian lecturer, I prefer to call him Stare because that’s all he made me do. This man had the most exciting use of words and his voice carries them carefully and euphorically, his dentition made me even more fascinated with him so I would stare at him in class until he’d start feeling uncomfortable. For instance, all through our Semiotics lectures, while he was talking about the relationship between Pragmatics and Semiology all I’m imagining is the relationship between him and me, and how we’d be resting near a private beach and he’d be speaking to me with his heavenly voice, I named our 3 kids after picking a reasonable wedding day of that same day. Oh gosh! I was a mess in 300L. The worst part is that this man would never talk to me or even throw random questions at me in class.

So, I braced up and decided to channel my intellectual energy to catch his attention. I tried my best to top the class at quizzes, and punctuality, I did my assignments carefully and submitted them early, my preparation for his exam was extra detailed and on one occasion I even volunteered to attend a public lecture at the university he was speaking at, to display my interest in his knowledge. Well, one day everything soon worked Dr. Stare asked to see me after class. WHAT! FINALLY! I was so excited I was already imagining our first date, proposal, and all that shebang. When I did see him, all he said was to ask why I hadn’t been up to date with signing attendance in class. He also asked if I was being negligent or just ignorantly acting rebellious because my attendance score was on the verge of not qualifying me for exams (when I was supposed to sign attendance, I was off in my thought). Choi! omo my heart shook but well that was it! No hello, no hi, no can we see later? I was wondering, am I a cabin biscuit? Because why can’t this man realize my condition? I concluded that it was a wild goose chase and decided to focus my emotions and energy elsewhere. I was definitely hurt moving on but it had to be done. The end of Dr. Stare’s tales. The good thing, however, is that my CGPA got an astronomic boost during that session. My hard work paid off.

 

The moral of the story is: To let your distraction motivate you to perform better with your studies and my dear! The heart wants what the heart wants…

By Sophi and Solomon