December 6th, 2016: Tests, Tests and More Tests.
I missed my Pharmaceutics class today because: I needed to print out and spiral bind my Pharmaceutics assignment. My phone refused to recognize the document I transferred from my laptop earlier and so I had to go flash hunting — this really delayed me as almost everybody within a 2 room radius equidistant from mine didn’t have one. By the time I had sorted myself out and gotten to class just in time for Physiology, there was no lecturer in class which was odd as we were billed to write a physiology test immediately after PCT.
We wrote the test eventually, after discovering last minute that it was being held in another class in the College of Health Sciences. Walking to that class in question in the sweltering heat prevalent in these parts has to be my absolute worst school activity and I find myself always in deep thoughts as I do — thoughts like why Pharmacy students have to walk all the way for Physiology classes (this makes sense) and Pharmacology practicals too (that lab ought to be in our college!). It is most unfair. Right from the early stages of Nigerian university, doctors and Pharmacists are already being against each other…
The test ended up being an open test on everything we’ve treated so far on blood and should have lasted at least 10 minutes. The lecturer kept prodding us to consult our notes if we were stuck. Of course, when students started to flip through whatever pages they thought they had, he promptly collected the scripts before 5 minutes were up — because: Survival 101: There’s no free lunch anywhere.
Back in our own class, with break time being observed and the class pumping with energy, a handful of people tried to read up what little that they could. The Pharmacognosy lecturers had announced a test for our break period but a good section of the class thought to call their bluff as the official school timetable showed that Pharmacognosy test had been scheduled for the 16th. So when they (the lecturers) marched in like the three musketeers into class, a million, separate whelps escaped from humans present.
The test was a mini exam yo! So serious, even exhibits (Read: phones, scrunched up tiny pieces of paper) were obtained as it progressed and names of erring students penned down to be sent to the Student Disciplinary Council before they were asked to leave the hall.
Collection was something else. Having written three separate sections on three different scripts, we had to submit accordingly. Within the count of 10, we were to lay up all three scripts in their different, designated collection points at the front of class — all two hundred and something of us. What happened in those ten seconds are exactly what stampedes are made of. Watching the chaos ensue, I had to wonder if I was in uni or an abattoir and all the cows had just broken loose.
Enter the Pharmaceutical Microbiology lecturer #3 code name: Say whort now. As a lecturer, he’s great. I understand everything he’s taught so far compared to Mr. Bacteria and Mrs. Fungi BUT I am beginning to loose my patience with his phony ass American accent. He is one of those people who puts an ‘r’ in words like what and fun but pronounces birth as bath and thirteen as tat-tin. Beats me every time. He too announces an upcoming test and informs us the details will be communicated to us ASAP.
This is really not the type of news the class wants to hear and we show it but he’s passed the information across and moves on. There’s a test tomorrow and the day after — and they’re both very weighty courses so naturally, everyone’s silently hoping that Pharm Micro holds next week.
So much to read in such little time.