And So It Begins

Today has been quite a day. I have started on another leg of my journey as a student today and even before I took the first step in this leg of journey, I already knew it was going to be one hell of a journey, but nobody made it optional for me.

Since the school went on holiday last month, I've been dreading this day as I knew I was going to be grossly unprepared for when we resumed, but sadly I have no control over time. Having dreaded it for the whole of the holiday, today finally came and we all set out for our IT.

If you know a little about me, you'll know that I'm a student of the University of Benin, Edo state, Nigeria (nicknamed UNIBEN). My course of study is Aquaculture and fisheries management under the faculty of agriculture.

I don't know how it's done in other countries, but here in Nigeria, agriculture is considered a professional course, thereby requiring at least five years of study to obtain a bachelor's degree in any agriculture-related course. In my university, students are required to have at least a full year of hands-on practical training. This is usually done in the penultimate year of study.

In my university, specifically my faculty, they are a bit more insistent on it. So insistent that we usually have to go for more than a year. It usually spans thorough the 300L and 400L academic sessions, basically summing up to two years. This is the last six months of my two years, but it's usually recognised as the main IT as we have to meet new instructors outside our institution.

We are made to visit at least two aquaculture-related institutions or establishment. The class had to be divided into two due to COVID protocols, as the first establishment we're going do not have the facilities to house the whole class. My group had to go first, so we came today and the other group will be coming in three weeks time when we finish ours.

For someone who always want to be aware of his surroundings, I didn't pay any attention to the route we took when we were going, as I was completely lost watching the blacklist season nine. We had to go past our intended place of residence first with all our baggages as we had to see the farm first before we settle in, knowing fully well if we did it the other way around, we won't bother going to check the farm out.

Personally, I never approved of the choice of this establishment (which is called A and B farms). So, you can imagine my surprise when I got there and we were informed that they have a poultry of twenty six thousand laying birds!

It dawned on me that we most likely won't be learning anything serious here other than to be used as labourers. When we finished there, we went to our residence, settled into the three bedroom flat(twenty two of us, imagine that).

Since then, I've been watching blacklist while dreading and fuming about the work we are going to b doing for this people for free starting tomorrow. This has been compounded by the decision of the planning committee to rent a residence far enough from the farm, causing us to walk a total of at least thirty minutes to and from the farm.

With all of these, I'll be lying if I say I look forward to it, I really don't, but it is what it is. The biggest problem with this is that I'll be busy for the most part of the day, and by the time I get home, I'll be too wasted to interact or post here. This is how it will probably be for the next three weeks. Please, bear with me guys.

Thanks for reading my rant today.