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This semester is a Killer!
Hm, this my semester ehn, it's only God that can help me, of course, I also have to help myself! The workload is so much and it's not as if I'm in my final year yet oh. Egba mi. O well, it's me that decided to pack all those classes, so I blame no one.
Classes:
BIO 102 (Biology)
SPH 107 (Speech)
BUS 260 (Statistics)
ENG 251 (American Lit I)
ENG 252 (American Lit II)
PSY 200 (Psychology)
Total? ---> 19hrs
Q: So, should I really be spending my time on this blog writing?
A: Yes, why not.
I know God has already started helping me in these classes because He has given my wonderful Professors. Especially for the Statistics that I was sad I didn't get the fabled other teacher, but my own Instructor is simply awesome, although he tells too many stories.
He even said he loves African students because they are usually smart! This means I better be the best student in this class o. Hm, or maybe I can pretend not to be an African, never speak in class (if at all I do, practice over and over so it comes out perfect, lol). Who am I kidding, my first name alone will give me away. Don't worry professor, I won't let you down! O, he sympathizes a lot with women especially women having cramps, lol. He said,'Your cramps are my cramps, be well'.
As for these Literature classes I'm taking so, hm. I like Literature, after all, i write poems and I believe my works can be studied and analyzed. My problem however? Research papers -I'm so terrible at them. Maybe because I don't put enough time to it, or it's not just my thing. Don't get me wrong, I can research, in fact I think I'm very good at that but putting it on paper in an apprehensive manner is my greatest Battle.
Biology, let me not even go there. The fight is between the BOOK and I.
Psychology, well what can I say. I have a crazy teacher and a funny class. I'm however happy I never have to take another Psychology class again.
Speech: They said I do not speak well so I must learn how to. Lol. Little do they know that I speak better than many. Take that! My Teacher is a character. In our last class, he told everyone to bring an object to use to talk about ourselves. Stand in front of class and speak -hm. It was... I got up there and he started asking questions about Nigeria and the President. I told the class our President is missing, lol. They all laughed. He questioned me about the government, politics, etc. In all honesty, I was really impressed with myself. I know a lot about Nigeria without even realizing it, even names of government officials.
Oya, clap for me. Thank you.
He finally let me speak. I brought a a Piano Music Sheet, not just any, but Bach's Prelude in C which happens to be my favorite. I even played a recording of myself from my phone. They said I close my eyes too much; they do not know what I see, lol.
Oh, by the end of this semester, I would have completed 63 hours. I'm very happy which means in another 2years tops, I will be done.
Bye bye for now, I have to get ready for...hm, not sure what I'm getting ready for, but I have to go though, lol.
PS: Someone told me this:
Eat Breakfast like a King
Eat Lunch like a Prince
Eat Dinner like a Beggar
God bless and remember to pray
~Al
Hello oh, hm, it's me again.
Mutallab day - Jan 9th 2010:
So with all the Mutallab going on, I had thought my flight back to the US would be unbearable and annoying. In fact, I actually had high expectations. Once, I dreamed that I was being searched (body) and instead of the guy to do his job, he was just molesting me and I slapped him. Lol.
I honestly looked forward to it happening and me slapping whoever, whether man or woman. I know, my mind wonders to far places, but you know, you can never tell. All these people, hm. I even thought they were actually going to use body scanners on me and other victims of the circumstance. Yes oh, I'm a Victim and anyone else who's been subjected to all these.
Those who had left before me heading to the US informed me of how thorough there search was and I was quite disturbed by all of it. I was really not looking forward to traveling. Alone, traveling such a long distance from Port Harcourt to USA is tiresome, talk-less of the extreme searches.
Jan 9th 2010(Port Harcourt airport)
My Prayer -God, please take control.
This kind of airport that doesn't have an AC, hm. I can't shout. I thank God for my daddy's people who were helping me lift my boxes and all of that.
Box X-ray: We went in for the first luggage search process (X-ray). They don't even try self. Open the box and show it to the whole world. Can't they be discreet about it. Cheum. I don't even know what they were searching for. Then the first set of men to check were asking me to do New Year for them. I did oh, I told them 'Happy New Year, may it be filled with only happiness'. They are like which kind New Year is that, that I should by coke or something. Me I just smiled.
Second checking by women. One of them was begging me to give her my set of eye shadows. See me see wahala oh. 'Do New Year for me na, give me this one na'. I was just looking at her and it was my favorite eye-shadow. lol.
Check-in: I had checked in online earlier that day so I went to get my tickets and weigh my luggage. 50.4lbs and 51.2lbs. Kai, I thought they would make me reduce it, but the lady said it was okay and even asked me if I wanted to check-in my carry-on for no extra cost. Ah! Miracle. I said yes oh, I don't mind but that I would have to take a purse from one of my other boxes to put my wallet and documents in. Hm, I checked in 3 boxes and mind you, I was in economy class oh. No hassle, lol.
Customs/Immigration: Not sure which it was, maybe both self. lol.
Security Check: So finally time to go in and wait at my gate. Mind you, in Port Harcourt airport there's only one gate. lol. Anyway, passed through everything, no hassled apart from the man in front of me. He carried one big gongolo of Mouth wash in his carry-on and when they took it from it, katakata burst oh. He's like why are they seizing it and that when it was checked at X-ray, they didn't say anything. That is it his responsibility to make sure everything he packed is suitable as a carry-on. LMAO. He was there causing unnecessary commotion when he was 100% at fault and me I was hot. I just had to interfere because he was wasting my time! 'Sir, I do not mean to interrupt but generally, liquids are not allowed not to talk of the big bottle of mouth-wash.' At least he listened to me. Hm, I won't lie oh, I though he would give me one dirty slap and ask me who I am to be correcting him. Lol. Security Check- safe.
Awaiting boarding: So hungry and they were selling 2 pieces of snail for N600, imagine life oh. I just had to buy it. It was hard ehn and the oyinbo sitting in front of me was chuckling and smiling at me while I ate. It was so embarrassing. It was hard oh, I won't lie. To bite was problem that I even had to put the whole thing in my mouth. Imagine my face. Thank God for napkins sha. Flight delayed, ended up making a new American Friend from Houston who was in Nigeria on business. Most of my conversations with people always end up with Christianity or at least it comes in somewhere. My arguments of the night 'My ignorant American friends' and 'Christianity is not a Religion'. I will save that conversation for another time. Flight delay (as usual)
All on board: I was admiring the Flight crew o jare. French people, there's just something sophisticated about them. Especially the male species. BTW I took Air France. I found myself sited at Class Premium Economy -people, no be small comfort. The tv screen was bigger, there was space, my seat could move in two directions, the tray could be long or short, I had head phones already there waiting...in fact, let me stop there. I was overwhelmed. What a nice experience. We stopped to pick up the Lagos passengers.
I don't know about you guys, but me I always hope some nice looking young man or lady would be sitting beside me and not otherwise. I'm never lucky :(. I even wished the friend I made at the airport would be the one sitting beside me. Well it was a young-elderly man who was even forcing me to eat oh. See wahala. I had already told him I don't eat on the Planes because I get sick but he kept waking me up everytime they brought food. He even asked the Air hostess on my behalf if they had any other kind of food for me. I mean, I thank the man for trying to take care of me, but I wanted to sleep. Lol
Jan 10th 2010 (Paris Airport)
Arrival Paris CDG: Went through security check for my connecting flight. I was still waiting for the extreme search thing oh, but nothing yet. When I got to my gate, they had blocked the area and said that all flights going to the US would have another search before boarding. I had 4 more hours till my next flight. (Flight delay, as usual). They said once you go through the security check, you can't leave the gate area. No problem, it's not like I had to use the restroom or buy anything. I was the second person they searched. It wasn't even thorough. In fact the Lady and I were conversing in french and she told me I had a lovely French accent. Blush-blush. 'Merci madame, j'habitais en France'. They didn't even single me out for holding Nigerian Passport oh, Everyone had the same type of search, even children. In fact, the latter people searching were even asking passengers to remove their shoes. They didn't ask me any of that. I thought they would subject me to a Mutallab, but no.
Boarding: I was hoping for the special Premium Economy seat oh, but who dash. In fact, my seat was terrible. Not at rear of the cabin, but at the last row before a wall. As usual, I started sleeping and we had another flight delay while on board. 2 hours. The journey was long but the plane was moving fast and made it to Atlanta 30mins after the supposed arrival time. Imagine, after over 2 hrs delay, it was only 30mins late? Exactly, the plane was moving faster than normal.
Arrival: Very sweet, safe and sound. Shortest time I've ever spent at Immigration and Customs(30mins all together, no jokes). I declared my snails, oh sweet sweet snails. I had to re-check in the luggage and take the train to the South Terminal at baggage claim. We went through security check again. There was water in my purse and I told them they could have it, biko, me I have a shuttle to get to. My Shuttle was to leave at 4.00pm and by the time I had gotten to the Baggage claim, it was already 4.15pm. I called the shuttle service but they didn't pick up. Sad me. I went outside to make inquiries and found out I could take a taxi straight to Tuscaloosa for $220. Hm, me I no see money reach oh so I called my dad and he said 'Go ahead, that's better than having to wait for the 8 o'clock shuttle'. Me I was mourning the money.
Departure: I told the lady at the counter that I would return. I went to get my luggage and on my way to the counter, my phone started ringing. It was the Shuttle people and she told me the driver was still outside waiting (4.40pm). Ehn! I was so happy, see inner Thanksgiving. I got to the bus, the driver helped me with my things and on our way we were, -to Birmingham. From Birmingham I then took a Taxi to my Apartment in T-town. The taxi driver was just talking and talking and talking and I was like 'Ey God oh, please make this man stop talking. I just want to get home and sleep'. God didn't answer my prayers. Lol
We arrived my apartment at 7.30pm and the guy gave me a discounted rate for some reasons he stated. Yay! I was back at last! BTW, I FORGOT TO ADD HOW TERRIBLy COLD IT WAS/IS. I got into the Apartment and it was like a Freezer. I put on the heat, called/texted who I needed to contact, brought out my snail and ate 5.
Praise God! Prayer! Happiness!
2 hours later, I was in bed and woke up around 3.30am. Returned the Nigerian missed calls, Facebooked a bit, and now typing this note.
Conclusion/Testimony:
I'm very grateful to God because I didn't go through anything out of the ordinary. I got the same treatment as everyone else, in fact better, polite treatment. I said, 'God, please take control', and He really did!
I won't lie sha, I was looking forward to the slap. LOL. Not like I would have even slapped anyone self. Maybe I'll break down and start crying for them and they would put me on CNN world. Lol. I can think too much. I was not alone through out my journey and He accompanied me through people. I pray God will also accompany you through people and His word. You're not alone!
~Al
It's me again,
If I say my weekend wasn't fun, then I'ld be seriously lying to you. Even though it wasn't the best weekend ever, I sure had a good time. It started with the opening of an outlet for my mummy's eatery in Port Harcourt! Yay, congratulations to her. The best parts of the new place for me are the mirrors, lol. Actually, I think any girl would like them.
At the New Year's cross over party on 31st December, I kinda felt old in the crowd because apart from the adults that were there, 60% of the population were youngsters. I started feeling nostalgic. :(
Don't get me wrong, a few of my age mates were there, but still. I started remembering when I was much younger and would play/gist with these (now) youngsters who were definitely much more younger. Lol. Anyway, it was fun all the same. We danced, had fireworks and we prayed into the New Year. My best part of the night was when they played Igwe (Midnight Crew) and everyone got up to start dancing and singing. SO entertaining.
New Year's day itself was a bore, but at least I got to rest!
Moving on to Saturday, I went for a Pool Party, but the ironic part of it was no one swam, lol. Then, what's up with guys wanting to dance back to front? It's called grinding right? Me I don't like that kind of dance oh. I either dance front-to-front together, front-to-front apart, by myself or cuddle depending on our level of intimacy/friendship. Lol. Okay, that doesn't sound right, but yea, something like that. The party was really nice though, I made new friends that I plan on keeping in touch with.
I was telling someone about school and stuff and she actually though I was fibbing, because she couldn't believe I had already completed 3 yrs of university before deciding to switch my major and practically start all over again. Anyway! She didn't believe me because she thought I was only 19, lol. If I was really only 19, I would have had to have started Uni when I was 15. Oh well, it was a nice compliment. I plan on being tight buddies with her cause she's really cool.
Sunday, went to church and went to Silverbird with family to watch 2012. It's a really interesting movie, so if you haven't seen it yet, I'ld advice you go watch it. It's kinda like Noah's arc remake. Hm, but if the world was really coming to an end, Jesus would come down, so I think that movie was just Bogus!
I hope you remembered to pray today and that you always do remember!
~Al
Hi, hi
This is a New Year and so I thought I'ld write a little about me. First and foremost, thank you for stopping by. I hope you'll enjoy my blog as time goes on. It's a New Year so I'll try my best to be up-to-date with happenings all around me and within me.
It's possible that some of you might already know who I am, while most might not. I'm a somewhat small and short person who weighs some-some. Many used to say I looked younger than my age which is 22, but,hmm, I think this New Year has made me start aging oh, or maybe I've become more paranoid than I thought. I live and school in some dead-zone place like this, it's located in the US. In the south to be specific. They call it Sweet Home Alabama, but do not be deceived, it tastes nothing like sugar or chocolate.
I love all my friends dearly even though sometimes I feel like spanking them. I'm really shy in nature, but it's not as noticeable when we mingle after many months of being friends. That's what I think though, or maybe not. Anyway, I'm a random person, quite energetic because I can dance from morning to night, non-stop. Sometimes I can be like a restless young child just looking to have fun and feel alive. However, these days, I feel so old! Why?
I love love roller coasters! An Easy way to my heart: invite me to go to Cedar point. We'll be friends for life!
Once upon a time, I could stay glued to the computer from morning to night, pretending to do something useful with my life, but nowadays, the internet is so boring, even Facebook that I once loved so much.
Hmmm, let's see...
Oh yes, I'm single ~not by choice, but condition. Lol -but seriously
My mum calls me Princess and my dad calls me Miss... Not even sure why I said that. I have an Uncle who won't let me forget how I pronounced my name when I was young, lol. But I cherish him a lot. One of my favorite uncles!
I'm seeking to know God more and keep Jesus within me. Sometimes I find it hard to pray even when I know I'm supposed to, and sometimes I put myself down. <--- not good, but oh well. Things are changing :) Better still, this is a New Year so things will definitely be positively different!
Last but not the least, I can't separate my reasoning from my faith because it's my faith that guides my being; therefore, guides my reasoning. Hence, I try to put God in everything as much as I can. Okay, that's about it for now.
Oh! I now know my best chocolate, it's Ferrero Rocher
~Al
