Wuse Heights

FRESHERS

Earlier we were introduced to some students of Wuse Heights who brought to our knowledge the rigors and pains they had to go through just to gain admittance into the school / class. The endless walking in search of teachers, the feeling of being in a new environment and all those frustrating moments . In this chapter their stories continue as
they share their various experiences of year one with us.
Year one was tough,long, uncomfortable and full of drama. Before our friends share their individual experiences here are some of the things we generally went through.

READ ON
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THE FIGHTS

Whenever I think back on our early days one of the first things that pops into my head is the endless clashes between our school and other schools. First term was a terrible period, you don't waste a minute in the school compound after the closing bell has been rung or you will definitely get involved in the fight directly or indirectly which most times were bloody. When the fight begins there are only two options available
#stay away from the school gate or
#run home as fast as your legs can carry you.
I always went for the second one because sometimes the fight may just find its way into the school. This were no ordinary fights, you could see students dressed in uniforms carrying very deadly weapons to use on fellow students. It was so bad that the police station became a common term among students due to how often "students"were being arrested after they had torn themselves apart. Aside from the interschool fights there were several other fights among ourselves, either members of the same class or different classes. It happened so regularly that if a week passes and no fight was recorded then something was definitely wrong. The one fight I can't forget is one that happened between two art students though of different classes, it was a topic of discussion for the entire term. Nobody could have ever imagined it because one of the girls was known to be very quiet at least until the fight, she was wild,aggressive and she gave the other girl a scratch of a life time. There was shock and surprise written on everyone's face, you could read it from a mile away. Imagine the person expected to be beaten being the one doing the beating. It was a classic fight,a girl's fight (the best kind of fight) and it was indeed a shocking fight. Year one was full of fun and also full of fights, lots and lots of fights
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PUNISHMENTS/FLOGGING

Through out senior school no class can compete with year one when it comes to punishments and stand a chance of winning. We suffered so many things, from kneeling in class to lying down flat,from squatting to copy notes to kneeling under the scorching sun. It was hell unleashed on us. Some teachers will just enter the class and the first words that are voiced out are "go on your knees". We knelt till our knees cracked,some people even cried, it was just impossible to escape it.
Another thing we suffered was regular flogging. It was a daily routine, I was once flogged and got injured in the process (the annoying part is that stubborn class mates who wouldn't listen to instructions caused it but it's a wonderful memory now). One of the most unforgettable flogging episodes was when the disciplinary masters were asked to carry out the"exercise", they flogged without pity. Different sounds were heard; some yelled, some cried others just stood quietly waiting for the pains to ware off, but the truth is that we were all in pain but ironically after the "exercise",the class returned to its original form (noisy). Although every class had a share of the flogging feast none could be compared to that of the second arm of the science class. They went through hell. They dreaded biology periods because it suddenly became flogging periods. Incomplete note,flogging. No assignment, flogging. Missed test, flogging. Talking in class while lesson is on,flogging. There were categories, if you're not in one you must be in another, no one escaped. Those who missed got their own share when they were back in class.
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INSULTS

Insults soon became a regular"compliment"from our teachers. At a point if one student or an entire class is not insulted in a day then a miracle just took place. Most of our teachers began their lessons insulting us and ended with even more insults. People who are emotionally fragile as I am know how it feels to be insulted, it just breaks you, makes you miserable, insecure and second guessing yourself. Crazy things rush into your head and just steals your joy for a moment.
Some teachers told us we were the worst set of students they had ever taught. Some called us hopeless and to me that was it, nothing could be more worse than that. It was even more terrifying when I got called hopeless by a teacher not just me but the entire set had grown to fear.
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ACCUSATIONS

Going through year one was tougher when some of my mates or sometimes an entire class got accused for things they had no idea about. Some people were accused of having sex,doing drugs and all sorts of things,not that this things never happened but the wrong guys always took the blame while the actual culprits escaped. And it was very difficult playing defensive because once one teacher laid a claim against any student others will unquestionably agree and block every chance of proving your innocence.

NEW RELATIONSHIPS

Junior school had ended, some friendships had also ended but new ones were pending. Year one was a time when total strangers decided to establish friendships. We learnt to adapt and accept new people into our lives (a very big risk that was) . I for one lost a best friend who had to go to a different school, although I had friends from my junior school I still felt alone because they were all in different classes.
Getting to know someone is not and can never be easy but gradually bounds were formed, friends were made even cliques were formed in year one. We shared our different junior school experiences and how we hoped to sail the winds of senior high school.
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Now lets hear from our friends