I hated biology so much in secondary school   that the hatred followed me into university😂.

 The moment I heard we’d be taking psychology in 200 level, I just knew affliction was about to rise a second time 😂😂. I had failed it badly in secondary school, so I wasn’t excited.

I actually studied for it this time, but still ended up with a C. Another tricky course gave me another C, and my GPA dropped to 4.45, the lowest I ever had. 

You'll probably say it's not bad, but for someone with a CGPA above 4.8, it felt like a disaster. 

When my level advisor told me my result, I went blank. Next thing, tears just started rolling down my face. She looked at my face, asked me what happened, and if it was a relationship problem 😂😂.

 I didn’t say anything. I just stood up and went back to my hostel to cry myself to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with swollen eyes. But after crying, I made up my mind that this would be my lowest GPA ever. 

Indeed it was. After that, my notes went everywhere with me. The library became my second home. I read, slept, woke up, and read again until I got the results I wanted. 

By the next semester, I hit a perfect 5.0 GPA. That season taught me something: it’s okay to fail, but what matters is what you do afterwards.

And looking back, I’m proud of how I turned it around.

Picture: Me in 200 level.