THE MIX UP
This was the last thing that could ever have crossed my mind that will happen on a bright Tuesday morning. A majestic walk into the building suited up for my defence only to find out test scripts are being shared, I run up to avoid many people seeing my score only to find out the lecturer still has mine and want to see me.
I walk up to the lecturer as usual imagining the worst that could ever happen only for him to tell me to go bring my friend that I am about to leave this school today, this is so unusual as I have never being called up for any case or issue except it is a mistake and it is always a mistake. Like every other man would do I said a little prayer in my mind God please help me pass over this cross but once again.
After a mock defence with my supervisor I ran back to what was at hand, went with my wingman to see the lecturer only for him to tell us one of us wrote for the other, it was sounding so lame in my ears, so absurd, for god sakes do our writings actually look the same.
The worst part of it was that I was sent back to the other end of campus to get my note to confirm our writings were different. It is more serious than I thought, he had already photocopied the two scripts, signed on them and taken them to the H.O.D to approve of cheating.
After running to and fro around the school looking for my note and other test scripts it took about one hour and two other lecturers to confirm our writings were different. Angered but glad I was finally set free from what seemed to be funny trouble because since the days of 2d writing in nursery school I have never written on a given line instead I write in between the line.
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