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Before I started law school, I’d heard horror stories about law school. ‘They’re exaggerating’ I thought, it can’t be THAT bad but here I am and I can tell you it is THAT bad. Worse than anything I could have imagined. I like to consider myself a relatively optimistic person but any iota of such optimism has left my body and evacuated into thin air. I’ve had countless moments of weakness where I am convinced that I can’t do it anymore. The whole environment feels hostile. Any love for learning I had dissipated when I was told to sing baa baa black sheep, or that time a girl was called nasty and irrelevant on stage in front of the whole class. Or what about that time, a girl’s phone was seized outside of the classroom or that time I wanted to change my tampon but was told I wasn’t allowed to leave unless I asked the lecturer for permission.

‘Don’t write any articles until you leave the law school, in case they do something to you. Well, this is my view. This is my experience and I am sad to say it has been a very unpleasant experience. This is Nigeria but when are we going to stop using that as a the green light to learning under such undesirable conditions. Who knows, I might look back at this experience and be grateful that it made my skin thicker, but for now, I am so tired. I am tired of the way law school is making me feel.

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