Advice or Not

 COLVETishians, gather round!

The classic yearly portal glitch don land again, and as expected, DVM 0’s don scatter like NEPA light. The 200-level gang now know where they stand, while the rest of the DVMs just dey shine teeth like say dem win election.

Lovely. Lovely. Lovely.

This week? A certified banger! I saw my results at college on my way out of the lab. I was still smiling when the rain started, but even that rain no fit quench my joy. E pain am!

Eyin Omo mi, 100L—above 2.5 is all you need. But still, work like craze, read like mad, aim high. No slack! During my time, my bestie went through something similar. I just had to believe in her. And funny enough, the wahala was score allocation (all those extremely late admissions drama). Anyway sha, Anatomy go open your eyes.

But let’s be honest, does any of this matter in heaven? (Spoiler: It doesn’t.) But here on earth, I have less than a semester left. Some of you still have 10. Some eight. Some? Final lap. To everyone, well done.

Now, emphasis on trust and togetherness. Don’t let the direct entry geng come and use your lack of cooperation to scatter your class. You fit even read when you’re down? Worse, when people are seeing you as what you’re not? Think am.

For this College 🌚You don’t need a boyfriend or girlfriend. But still sha…. love sweet.

Eyin Omo 400L, I see you. I saw you. E murasi!

Meanwhile, someone was soliloquizing inside TL toilet, saying she wishes she could bomb the college and the results inside. And honestly? I thought of that in 200L too. But guess what?

Wo, you never see anything.

Till next week, my COLVETishians. Stay wicked!

By: The Ghost Doctor