Wuse Heights

SENIOR YEAR

The dream and greatest wish of every high school student is to reach that class where one can finally take a deep breath and feel like he or she has conquered the world.

The whole struggle, all the fun, pains, competitions, tears, laughter and the many other things we had to go through in both year one and two were all for the very moment we will become seniors.

True year two was awesome but it had to come to an end and no one of us was ready to be left behind going forward. Writing the last paper in year two was like writing the last paper in the final exams which was just a few months away, we celebrated that very moment with so much happiness knowing full well that at the resumption of the new term we would officially become seniors.

The holidays passed very quickly and we finally made it into senior year, no one was missing. An overwhelming joy seized our hearts and everything in us. No one had the power to order us around anymore, we owned the school and had all the powers a student could possibly have.

Arriving at that point made us cast our minds back to the days we were juniors, how we cleaned the school compound like our lives depended on it and sometimes it actually did, refusing to carrying out the seniors orders could cost one a few classes or worst all the classes for that day. But now it had become our turn to hold the cards and make the juniors do tiring and exhausting early morning clean ups.

So many complained, every single morning we heard the same words and saw the same angry faces, if they were given the chance they may have strangled us not just with their hands but their looks as well. But the irony of it all was that a year before we were in their shoes and others laughed at our misery.

Becoming seniors, we had this ideology that things would be less hard but it was a very wrong and mistaken thought. We were given more notes and assignments.

Ordinarily we had our minds set on doing mainly revisions of the last two years, but that wasn't the case, most of the topics we met had no relationships with what we had been taught in year one and two. With the way things were going we jokingly thought there was another class we needed to get promoted into before revisions came up.

With the exams fast approaching and teachers hell bent on destroying our concentration with new topics at every single lesson, we had to find alternative means to refresh our brains. Our alternative didn't really settle well with the school because it had to do with skipping a few classes, wait did I say a few classes, most of the classes.

The only two we attended regularly were maths and English, but English got more attendance though, largely due to the fact that most of us didn't love the subject(maths).
Aside from the fact that we really did love English lessons, one of the most potent reasons why we never missed those lessons was because of the the teacher who took the subject.

He was just the best, in fact the best in Wuse Heights. He taught English like his life was tied to it, apart from being a very excellent teacher he was equally very funny and that kept the class lively and craving for more of Mr Ali.

Mr Ali always found a way to bring himself to our level, spoke the way we did, thought the way we did and acted the way we did just to bring home the point. He had a very special connection with us which made us feel very comfortable around him. Although he was very jovial and free with his students, he knew where to draw the line and very well proved it when he unleashed the beast on one of the classes, they saw a part of Mr Ali that got the entire senior students talking.

That singular incident taught us never to take anyone for granted no matter how nice and cool he or she may be.
Senior year saw us do some of the most craziest things that could ever be done in high school history but of them all two stood unrivalled, the first happened before the exams commenced while the second was during the exams.

Are you curious? Here we go. The science students were taught radioactive in physics, but the lesson was incomplete because it was only theoretical, no experiments were carried out to show how destructive the topic could get when put into practical form.

With this new knowledge some over zealous and super curious students who were in that class decided to put the knowledge to work, plans were made that day and the following morning was execution day. While assembly was going on they gathered up with the material for the practical, carbide, a compound composed of carbon and a less electronegative element.

The compound was dropped into a bottle of water, shaken and thrown into the air, on reaching the ground it exploded, guess what! It was a bomb, a radioactive bomb. The impact of that explosion literally shook the ground. It was a scary experience and the culprits didn't escape the consequences of what was tagged by the school as "an act of terrorism".

These guys were fished out, about three of them and were given the beating of a lifetime, imagine three teachers flogging one student, it was that serious.
The incident almost got them expelled, but but but, well at the end of the day they were forgiven because to a large extent it wasn't really their fault, they only wanted to satisfy their curiosity and they did, in grand style.

The second crazy thing was the obsession over mangoes. It happened in a way that the exams began at the same time as when mango fruits were in season. At first we started off by stoning ripe mangoes from the ground using any object in sight especially stones and sticks. It started with only two or three students but with each passing day the number increased.

The fruits were ripening very quickly and the stoning rate increased at the same pace, the fruits gradually disappeared from the lower branches leaving just the upper ones which attracted a new strategy. The stoning became climbing, this new move was the one that got the school's attention (finally). They talked calmly at first, then they warned us mildly and finally they threatened but it was at that point it got worse, more people joined, the climbing group increased and the old fashion method was reinstated. You could hear someone shouting from the top of the tree to those stoning "see me o! Make sure no stone touches me". It was funny.

When the school saw that there was no stopping us, they used the only option available which was felling the trees, two of them actually (the only fruitful ones). The first one was in front of the school hall and after about a week the second one which was behind our block was brought down as well and that brought a permanent end to the mango madness which caught everyone. One way or another we were all involved in it, if you didn't stone or climb you'll definitely find someone to cajole in order to get. The fun kept on going on and on till it consumed us.

Senior year was just as we expected, lots of fun and freedom except for the notes and assignments. We got a lot more closer and united.

The exams staring us in the face with lots of tension building up along with the burning desire for graduation. Senior was the bomb and if you recall it was literally the bomb.

Hope this part still has you wanting more? "Meet Them"... Soon

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