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My story continues.....
Of course, I faithfully attended all my classes but in the class, I will always be sad because, the language was strange ( they never spoke in English, though I was informed that the classes would be in Portuguese but I taught I could cope) and we started with the programming language.
First of all, let me say this. If you are a student coming down here and you are not familiar with your computersπππ(I mean, you don't know how to type fast), you will be like JJC. Their hands here are like typewritters.
I was trying to use Nigeria style to learn, I thought I could cram programming instead of fully understanding the tool itself. At the end of the class, I would go to Youtube and study the calculation by hand aspect, since I wasn't understanding what was being taught in class.
Fast forward, our first test for all the courses was scheduled. The first course ever that I did in Portugal. Doris was really prepared, I read like....., I prayed like..... I spoke into the air in the morning, claiming all the prophecies that I know of. On the examination day, we were to use our laptops for the exam, when I looked through, I said to myself, THIS IS BANANA na. It's so simple. When others were busy using their laptop, Mama Africa was busy solving by hand and even collected 2 extra sheets (Efi iwe). My prof on that day was like, why is this student collecting extra sheet. I was busy solving and solving, and at the end I was very, very happy.
Finally, the result came out cos it would be published on our e-learning platform so everyone would see each others score.. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SCORED?........ππππ 4/20. I was the last on the list. I cried, cried and cried like a baby. I couldnt eat, I was disappointed, I was even ashamed of myself. The most painful part was my mates scored nothing less than 15/20. How can the only Dark-skinned score ODO. Chai! there was nothing I didn't think of. I saw it as shame to myself, my lovely husband, NIGERIA as a whole, Africa nko. Even to Christianity Kpa kpa. I told my husband that I wasn't going to continue, that I HAVE GIVEN UP. My husband (my pastorππππ) preached and preached, encouragement nko. Me, I didn't even answer him.
After like 2 nights, hubby encouraged me to request for my score. In the mail that I sent to my prof, I told her that, the result is unacceptable by me. I told her that I did very well and I would love to schedule a meeting with her ( she agreed without stress). During the meeting, she explained that, gone are those days when we use hand, that I was expected to use my tool (programming language), she explained and made me see reasons why I should face reality. I was still not happy bcos I dont even want to use or do the programming.
When I found that i was frustrated and wasn't getting anything in the class, at the end of the lecture, I would raise my hand and tell the profs in English that I do not understand from beginning to the end. Meanwhile, in ALL the other exam courses in the first semester, I was also the last in all the list. As a matter of fact, some of my classmates would ask if I had seen my result. Inside me, I knew they were making jest of me.
When all the results came out, I was totally disappointed and discouraged. After all the readings and prayers. My husband encouraged me, this man started calling me prof ( I knew, it was just a way to ginger me to do more). He would always tell me that I can make it. He asked me to stop working in order for me to concentrate. I gave up my work and started intensed READING.
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I will continue the next part....
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So, I remembered the day I started my programme here in Portugal.. The first day I got to class, I realised that I was the only African (Onye oji)ππ. I prayed to God to distinguish me among them ( by making me the best among these people. Chai! I read, read, and read. Prayers nko, I prayed always like my life depended on it. I will always read at night. I wanted to make my darling husband proud of me ( like my wife na guru). Know that I already had a masters in Nigeria, so doing another masters in a related field would make me finish workπ€£π€£π€£(stories that touch).
My courses were in Portuguese, all the professors taught in Portuguese. My brain π§ was always filled, and I couldn't comprehend at all.
While I was in Nigeria, as a BSC and MSC graduate in Mathematics, I was NEVER taught any programming language. The programming language that my lecturer PRINTED for us in class was MATLAB during my MSC days. He PRINTED it and asked us (students) to type the codes and submit them in a flash each ( my classmates that are here can testify. That was all. We never practised, neither did we use the tool to solve questions nor even apply to real life situation.
When I started my programme here in Portugal, all the courses involved me using programming language. That was when my nightmares began......
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I will stop here and continue later.
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My story is to encourage someone that all things are possible
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