If someone had told me in 100 level that university life would be this intense, I might’ve reconsidered—just kidding (maybe). My university journey was honestly a mix of fun, frustration, hustle, and unexpected growth.
First off, the course I studied (Economics) was no joke. Between cramming formulas that looked like riddles and waking up early to sign attendance for 7:30 AM classes (that somehow still started at 8:15), it was a mental workout. Let’s not even talk about the never-ending group projects where only two people actually worked, but five names showed up on the submission.
There were days when the power went out the night before a major test, and I had to read with torchlight like I was in a survival movie. Yet, somehow, I still managed to pass—God did!
But it wasn’t all stress and assignments. I met amazing people who turned into real friends. We shared meals, gist, notes, and sometimes tears during exam season. There were campus events, dance battles, fashion shows, and even those random days when lecturers didn’t show up and we’d just chill under trees talking about life.
Looking back, I learned way more than just what’s in textbooks. I learned patience (thanks to lecturers who’d go off-topic for 30 minutes), teamwork, budgeting (because campus life will humble you), and how to keep going even when things weren’t easy.
In the end, I graduated with not just a degree, but stories, memories, and experiences that shaped me. University was far from perfect, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well… maybe a few less 8 AM classes sha 😅.





