It has been a bumpy ride ever since I graduated from High school. My enrollment in varsity has been a mountain to climb. The biggest shock I first received was my rejection at the one university i dreamed of all my high school years, Wits. As confident as I was, I applied in the one university with the belief that i will certainly get a place there. I mean Who wouldn't have had the gut to? A distinction in Math, a B plus in science and electrical technology was my assurance for a place there. well, a 59 in English instead of a 60? no big deal i can get away with that.
Electrical engineering, first choice, check. Civil engineering, second choice, check. Mining engineering, the least of my choice? no big deal, check.
" We regret to inform that your application was unsuccessful." wits management." What?!, How?!, I don 't understand...! why?!", I wondered. My English mark..? one percent short...? even with a distinction in Math and a B plus in science (not to mention a 29% in Afrikaans, who cares, I never enjoyed a single class, However, it cost me). There came the crashing of a dream long wished for.
Plan B. What's plan B. I approached a well known brother from the congregation I belonged to, he was well connected, so he knew how to workout the impossible. " Am sorry for your rejection but you needed at least a 60 in English." He said. "Why the hack will you apply for three engineering options with the same requirement." he added. "well....pssss.." was my expression. "no worries, I can help but it wouldn't be an easy task." He spoke as though he was on my shoe, seeing my distress. He took my results and left for about an hour. He returns with a splash of sweat gashing out of his bald head and said "you have been accepted." Immediately , an overwhelming smile pierced my chicks with my eyes on verge of shading tears I said, "Thank you so much." I was so delighted that I couldn't contain myself for a moment. A few minutes later my excitement was cooled with the thoughts of the registration process to follow. However,It was worth a time of celebration, it's like being given a second chance by your miss perfect after messing up and she brakes up with you. Talk about miss Perfect, she knew how to capture my heart. She had the ingredient to create a smile out of my frown face. If there was something I wouldn't fail to get an admission for, that will be Loving her.
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