My Regrets As a First Class Nigerian Student – – –
Just as a sick man in his dying bed has a heavy heart laden with lots of grief and regrets
of things unaccomplished, I sat there in the fields that warm evening starring at the faculty
building with mixed feelings of achievement and regrets.
I had lived the life of a perfect student. I had great passion for studying and some sort of
insatiable desire for knowledge. I excelled in every of my examinations and this feat
spurred up the feeling of invincibility in my subconscious mind.
I wasn’t a popular fellow but I believe that mentioning my name portrayed the picture of a
focused student with outstanding academic abilities in the mind of the few that knew me.
Those few years, I always pictured a beautiful future with me in it doing great things.
However, I began to realize the big gap between me and the rest of the world. The wall I
built between me and my friends as a freshman. Gradually, I knew names of authors and
textbooks and yet hardly remembered the names of fri ends. It dawned on me that in few
months, I would not be seeing some of my friends anymore, probably forever. I would miss
them for life. Their smiles, discussions and company would be memories.
Though its a wonderful thing that as I round up my undergraduate studies, I have an
academic record to be proud of, I had some regrets and some feelings that haunt me. I
couldnt help it. Its the price I paid.
Some days I wish there were 30 hours in a day.
I knew how to manage my time but my schedule favored my books more.
Some folks would say “you can’t have your cake and eat it.” Well I believe I can afford yet
another ‘cake’ God willing.
I wish I spent more time listening to my friends when they cared to speak.
I wish I was more flexible.
I wish I spent more time with the people I loved.
I wish I spent more time to discuss with my professors.
I wish I reciprocated the attention I received from my colleagues.
I wish I took the time to reach out to my junior colleagues with words of advice and
I wish I created the time to reach out to my professors and seniors for advice, coaching
I wish I spent more time building my network of contacts and associates.
I wish I had the time to tutor my mates that failed their courses or had a hard time passing
I wish I gave out my heart to love and be loved in return.
I wish I took the time to observe my changing world.
Nevertheless, as I sat there, I was consoled of the fact that I still had few more months left
and I swore to make a difference within that little space of time. I wouldnt have felt any
To my fellow scholars and graduates, who by hard work and devotion have come out of
university with a First, I say congratulations on your well deserved feat.
To intending university students and undergraduates, you have endless possibilities, you
posses the power to achieve your dreams if only you’ll believe in yourself. There are
sacrifices which you must be will ing to make. Though I regret some of mine, that is the
price for success, you would agree with me its not much of a bad regret. Nothing goes for
What people say doesn’t really matter. Other students often speak badly about certain
lecturers and courses. Its their way of justifying their failure. You hear phrases like “he is a
wicked lecturer”, “nobody makes an ‘A’ in that course”. Never let those words bother you. I
tell you what? Listen to them and take note of it to work harder. I performed better in the
Never underestimate your potentials for the difference between you and the best guy in
class is the time he devotes for study. Well natural intelligence is a factor too. By
mentioning study, I don’t mean blindly memorizing just to pass your tests. Go out and
develop this passion for your discipline that would drive you to study with genuine
interest in the subject.
In your spare time, talk to your lecturers and professors about your favorite topic and your
career. Read outside your course content, sometimes outside your discipline to be
Never forget to strike a