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How It All Began
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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was a pretty cool morning in April.
In an upscale apartment in the nicer parts of the city, a woman bussled around in her home, making breakfast for her family. Her husband, Mr James was getting dressed for the day while her 11-year-old daughter Bliss, was still asleep. Bliss was the second child of her parents, her elder brother, Bradley, was in high school already.
"Get up Bliss, it's morning"
Mrs Vera entered her daughter's room, lightly shaking her as she murmured.
"Can I sleep a while longer?"
Bliss intended to get herself a few extra minutes for sleeping but her mother seemed to have read her mind
"You can, if you intended to not sit for you exams."
She groaned, wanting to turn around and continue sleeping when the words stuck
Bliss jumped up, running into the bathroom. Just before she shut the door she remembered
'Good morning Mom'
She didn't wait for a reply as she jumped into the bathroom. Speedily picking up her toothbrush, she brushed her teeth and quickly took her bath. She rushed out of the bathroom, only for her to meet her mom who was standing in front of her dresser picking out her clothes.
'Did you wash your undies young lady?'
Blushing, she ran back into the bathroom to wash her inner wears. She had never had to wash them before her father suddenly decided that she would also attend a boarding school as her elder brother did. And in response, her Mom had decided that she needed to learn how to wash her undies and socks beginning her journey of Independence.
After washing up, Bliss headed into her room and dressed up in her uniform, a black gown with white designs one white collar and sleeves. She headed to the dining room.
"Good morning Dad" she greeted as she entered
"Good morning Angel" Her dad responded "How was your night"
"I slept like a baby"
"Baby dragon, you mean, snores, drool and all".
"Dad," the little girl shouted, trying to think up a counter attack but failing miserably. She shut up walking to her seat and picking up a slice of bread.
"Are you sure you've brushed your teeth"
Kenzie rolled her eyes, determined not to say a word in reply, she really did not want to say a words extra to her dad as the man's favorite thing in the world was squabbling and that job she would happily leave to her elder brother. As she ate, her dad came over, gave her a peck on her forehead
"I'm off sweetheart, have a nice day and do well to smash your papers. Success" then he walked over to her mom and muttered some words goodbyes she thought and subsequently left.
Finishing up, she headed to her room to take her bag as she walked down once more and helped her mom finish up.
They headed to the examination Venue.
The exams were set for 9am that morning and she had arrived an hour plus before yet the grounds were already bustling with people. They are students from many schools, parents, siblings and friends.
Looking around she had seen people with an entire family accompanying them. She laughed, imagining what her brother would have said if he was there
"Imagine, they came with their family, friends and well-wishers, including 3 generations. Sha it could be her village people's meeting day". Her brother was a very sacastic person, his words incredibly caustic but she loved him.
She found a seat closer to the venue and away from other panicking students. Her mom had long found a seat far away asking her to find her only when she was done with her papers.
As she sat there, her brain going through the things she'd learnt in her head when someone sat to her left "Hey, I'm Chelsea, nice to meet you".
She turned it was a light skinned girl, with pretty ghana weaving dressed in the light blue shirt and dark blue bottom of the Elite Academy. The girl was quite cute and bubbly. "I'm Bliss. My pleasure". Bliss behaved like a little adult of course, Bliss thought, I won't lose to her. The girl smiled "You are the first". Bliss looked up "First in what?". "To reply me with such finesse. Let's be friends. Which school did you apply for?".
Bliss was speechless, her mom had always told her to choose her friends and to never let her friends choose her. Besides, this was her first time meeting someone who unilaterally decided on issues without giving the other party a chance to refuse. Still she answered "Royal College".
Chelsea had instantly hugged her saying,"Let's smash the exams then. We look somewhat alike, we could become best friends and twin all the time". Be just like that dazed Bliss had a new hyperactive best friend and twin.
It wasn't long before a middle aged lady walked to the front of the building where the examination was to hold carrying a huge book and started giving instructions about the exams after which she began calling names. It was approximately forty five minutes to the beginning of the paper, the students called would have to show his/her credentials as well as under go a full body check while queuing up. It soon got to her turn and was surprised to find out that Chelsea was only a couple of seats away. Chelsea squealed, her response eliciting various stares her way, to which Bliss only gave her an eyerole.
The exams soon began under the watchful eyes of the invigilators all who seemed to have hawk eyes. Several students were sent out of the hall, for varying degrees of examination misconduct and malpractice.
Bliss had immediately focused on her papers, her expression, serious as she dealt with her questions. Royal College was considered one.of the best institutions in the country as it was one of the unity colleges in the country as such their examinations were abnormally tough so as to sieve out only the cream of the crop who could represent the school and the country as a whole in any ramifications.
As she focused, she realizes that a lot of the questions were things she'd come across in her textbooks and her brother's JSS1 notes which he had made her read. As she first answered the questions she was familiar with and moved on to the ones she was unfamiliar with, Bliss lost track of time her hand flying across her sheet, her shadings appearing neat and quickly across the sheet. Soon she heard the invigilator say "30 minutes more" to which she dropped her pen and began cross checking her work. When she was sure there where no mistakes, she focused her attention back on the questions she'd not done and began randomly answer them. She had just dropped her papers when the teacher spoke up "10 minutes more". She went through her papers one more time submitting them when the teacher said "pens up". As she was leaving the hall, she was attacked by folding flying cranes, which seemed to bear their owners vengeance for her. She turned and met Chelsea's eyes which were filled with tears. "What's wrong". She hadn't known the other girl for long but if there was something she knew, it was that the other girl was very bubbly and seemed to never get sad. "Was it the papers? Were they difficult?" Chelsea had stared at her for a few seconds before saying "What cat and dog papers? It's all you joor, I thought we were friends but you seemed to have forgotten my very existence". Bliss.stared at her in shock, the only words running through her head was "Drama Queen".
"Come along then, I'll take you see my mom but won't your family be upset at your absence?"
Chelsea smiled, her previously disrurbed face long gone. "My brother will be here around 2pm and that's about an hour away".
And so both headed off to see Bliss' mom
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My Almamater, My Training Ground Big Bro's Home
It had been three weeks since Bliss wrote her National Common Entrance Examinations and she was waiting for her results. During this period she had relentlessly pestered her mom into taking her to work on a daily. Mrs Jones was a nurse at the Federal Medical Centre.Today however was the day her elder brother Bradley was coming home. He was thirteen and in JSS3 in his school. He was a tall and lanky boy, taller than his peers and very sassy.Mrs Jones had decided to go and pick Bradley from school since she didn't want him to take the buses plying that route. Her parents had reached a consensus that Bradley would only be allowed to come home alone from his SSS1.Bliss spent a few hours seeking convincing reasons to get her mom to let her go with her to get her brother. It was a 2 hour ride in the absence of bad roads, traffic congestion, road accidents or other issues. However Bliss had closed her eyes the moment the car pulled away from
My Almamater, My Training Ground Admission
Noise.Maybe that was one thing that filled the house whenever Brad came home. The boy never stayed quiet. He was always poking at someone. Since his mom had learnt how to ignore him, he had fun teasing his sister and countering his father's teases.Currently, it was breakfast time.Bliss and Brad sat opposite each other with Bliss sitting closer to her mom away from the prying hands of her dad who thought it was fun to tickle people in the morning. Her parents sat one at each end of the table.The two males in the room had never understood the meaning of the words Staying silent at dinner tables as the both of them always used their dinner tables as their court rooms.Once, out of annoyance, her mom had suddenly began adding extra pepper to both their plates to choke them but they came up with the idea of bringing chilled water to the table. The pepper hadn't been able to stop them even after being painfully choked several times and she had stopped to
My Almamater, My Training Ground Day one
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.22nd September, 2012Batch 1, merit studentsWelcome.Bliss stood in front of the huge multipurpose hall where tables have been set up. There were signs in front of all of them stating what they were for. She began to readAdministration.Admissions.Uniforms.Bursary.PTA.Labour.Red house.Blue house.Yellow house.Green house.Violet house.Orange house.There were students in different colours of uniforms. The prefects in their standard school uniforms. Sky blue shirts with royal blue plaid skirts, white stockings and black cortina shoes with a royal blue blazer and/or royal blue berets on some with their badges on their upper bodies.The other students around. Some on red checkered daywears, some on blue checkered daywears, some on green, yellow, violet, and orange checkered daywears, their slipp
My Almamater, My Training Ground Dining Orientation
It was dinner time when Bliss was awoken from her slumber by her corner mates. The SSS3 girls in the hostel we're counting for their juniors to leave the hostel."10 counts to leave the hostel"The seniors repeated. Bliss noticed that the seniors who were counting were in different states of undress, only putting on their undies."One""Two""Three"When Emmanuelle noticed that Bliss wasn't ready yet, she pulled her up and threw a daywaer at her"Get dressed and leave. They won't hear you are a new student""Four""Five""Six"Bliss hurriedly got up, dressed her bed as she saw others doing before she bent to get her slippers."Seven""Eight""Nine""Y'all are still waiting for me, right?"Bliss ran out from the hostel, her zip left flying, her hair left uncombed and a bit of vaseline in her hands. To her surprise, she wasn't the only undressed one, a lot of students had ru
My Almamater, My Training Ground Sunday
Bliss woke up to the sound of banging on the the hostel gates.For a minute, she was disoriented.Who was banging on the gates but then she turned around and there was a face in front of her. Bliss furrowed her brows then it hit her.Royal College.Banging on the gates, didn't that represent a wake-up call. A lot of the juniors were slowly getting up, ready to start their day. She looked at her wrist watch, it was barely 5o'clock. She'd never woken up this early.Bliss got up, she took her bucket of water and her toiletries and headed outside into the chilly weather. For the first time, she was treated to the luxury of cold water on a cold morning.She dressed and left the hostel, she didn't want to get caught up in the morning duties of her seniors. Since the new students had not been given morning duties, she could take advantage of this time.She left the hostel sneakily under the cover of the darkness, two cracker biscuits in her b
My Almamater, My Training Ground The Corner mate
A room.Five SSS3 girls gisting.A JSS1 girl, head bent and eyes on the various sheets of paper before her."Hey are you all going for Alice's bash on Saturday?""There's a junior girl here, control your mouth.""Hey, junior girl""Sochi, She has a name, you know""Eehmmm, junior girl... What your name biko""Senior my name is Bliss.""Oh Bliss, do you know the rules of staying in a senior's corner"Bliss thought for a moment, her brother had once mentioned something he called 'Rules of Existence' and the first had been 'Hear nothing, See nothing'."Never say what you hear in the corner elsewhere and never question what you see."She didn't know how correct those answers were but she felt it was plausible after all they seemed to not want to speak in front of her to avoid her saying anything outside."Well it seems like you have a bit of sense"."That's correct, at least you have sense"
My Almamater, My Training Ground My Almamater, My Training Ground.
Welcome to My Almamater, My Training GroundI am glad you chose to click on this story.This is an unedited work so you could call my attention to any grammatical error you notice in the course of your perusal.We also welcome your thoughts on plots and scenes which you believe will make this book better.Copyright©Rhe_joyceAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, media transfer, or otherwise, without the prior permission from the author.©starifonia@gmail.comYou could contact me on social media @rhe_joyceon the gram.
My Almamater, My Training Ground Prologue
It was a hot afternoon, most students were in the dining hall. The SS3 students could be seen milling around in crazy dress styles. Some all packed and waiting for their rides, some had left and the rest packed, carried or said their final goodbyes to their juniors, teachers and friends. Some flew their shirts, some unbuttoned theirs, some had long pulled off their ties looking like ruffians and like every year, the teachers would turn their eyes away pretending to be blind.Yes, on a day like this every year a batch of SS3s' would say goodbye to this institute where they had spent 6 years of their lives.Looking at this young adults, each filled with the joy and sadness of leaving a place they've come to view as home.Bliss, sat on her bed, her hands dexterously folding up her cloths, she, like most of her mates, had given out most of her belongings to her juniors. Her uniforms, daywears, sports outfits and a few other articles of clothing had all been
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My Almamater, My Training Ground The Corner mate
A room.Five SSS3 girls gisting.A JSS1 girl, head bent and eyes on the various sheets of paper before her."Hey are you all going for Alice's bash on Saturday?""There's a junior girl here, control your mouth.""Hey, junior girl""Sochi, She has a name, you know""Eehmmm, junior girl... What your name biko""Senior my name is Bliss.""Oh Bliss, do you know the rules of staying in a senior's corner"Bliss thought for a moment, her brother had once mentioned something he called 'Rules of Existence' and the first had been 'Hear nothing, See nothing'."Never say what you hear in the corner elsewhere and never question what you see."She didn't know how correct those answers were but she felt it was plausible after all they seemed to not want to speak in front of her to avoid her saying anything outside."Well it seems like you have a bit of sense"."That's correct, at least you have sense"
My Almamater, My Training Ground Sunday
Bliss woke up to the sound of banging on the the hostel gates.For a minute, she was disoriented.Who was banging on the gates but then she turned around and there was a face in front of her. Bliss furrowed her brows then it hit her.Royal College.Banging on the gates, didn't that represent a wake-up call. A lot of the juniors were slowly getting up, ready to start their day. She looked at her wrist watch, it was barely 5o'clock. She'd never woken up this early.Bliss got up, she took her bucket of water and her toiletries and headed outside into the chilly weather. For the first time, she was treated to the luxury of cold water on a cold morning.She dressed and left the hostel, she didn't want to get caught up in the morning duties of her seniors. Since the new students had not been given morning duties, she could take advantage of this time.She left the hostel sneakily under the cover of the darkness, two cracker biscuits in her b
My Almamater, My Training Ground Dining Orientation
It was dinner time when Bliss was awoken from her slumber by her corner mates. The SSS3 girls in the hostel we're counting for their juniors to leave the hostel."10 counts to leave the hostel"The seniors repeated. Bliss noticed that the seniors who were counting were in different states of undress, only putting on their undies."One""Two""Three"When Emmanuelle noticed that Bliss wasn't ready yet, she pulled her up and threw a daywaer at her"Get dressed and leave. They won't hear you are a new student""Four""Five""Six"Bliss hurriedly got up, dressed her bed as she saw others doing before she bent to get her slippers."Seven""Eight""Nine""Y'all are still waiting for me, right?"Bliss ran out from the hostel, her zip left flying, her hair left uncombed and a bit of vaseline in her hands. To her surprise, she wasn't the only undressed one, a lot of students had ru
My Almamater, My Training Ground Day one
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.22nd September, 2012Batch 1, merit studentsWelcome.Bliss stood in front of the huge multipurpose hall where tables have been set up. There were signs in front of all of them stating what they were for. She began to readAdministration.Admissions.Uniforms.Bursary.PTA.Labour.Red house.Blue house.Yellow house.Green house.Violet house.Orange house.There were students in different colours of uniforms. The prefects in their standard school uniforms. Sky blue shirts with royal blue plaid skirts, white stockings and black cortina shoes with a royal blue blazer and/or royal blue berets on some with their badges on their upper bodies.The other students around. Some on red checkered daywears, some on blue checkered daywears, some on green, yellow, violet, and orange checkered daywears, their slipp
My Almamater, My Training Ground Admission
Noise.Maybe that was one thing that filled the house whenever Brad came home. The boy never stayed quiet. He was always poking at someone. Since his mom had learnt how to ignore him, he had fun teasing his sister and countering his father's teases.Currently, it was breakfast time.Bliss and Brad sat opposite each other with Bliss sitting closer to her mom away from the prying hands of her dad who thought it was fun to tickle people in the morning. Her parents sat one at each end of the table.The two males in the room had never understood the meaning of the words Staying silent at dinner tables as the both of them always used their dinner tables as their court rooms.Once, out of annoyance, her mom had suddenly began adding extra pepper to both their plates to choke them but they came up with the idea of bringing chilled water to the table. The pepper hadn't been able to stop them even after being painfully choked several times and she had stopped to
My Almamater, My Training Ground Big Bro's Home
It had been three weeks since Bliss wrote her National Common Entrance Examinations and she was waiting for her results. During this period she had relentlessly pestered her mom into taking her to work on a daily. Mrs Jones was a nurse at the Federal Medical Centre.Today however was the day her elder brother Bradley was coming home. He was thirteen and in JSS3 in his school. He was a tall and lanky boy, taller than his peers and very sassy.Mrs Jones had decided to go and pick Bradley from school since she didn't want him to take the buses plying that route. Her parents had reached a consensus that Bradley would only be allowed to come home alone from his SSS1.Bliss spent a few hours seeking convincing reasons to get her mom to let her go with her to get her brother. It was a 2 hour ride in the absence of bad roads, traffic congestion, road accidents or other issues. However Bliss had closed her eyes the moment the car pulled away from
My Almamater, My Training Ground How It All Began
It was a pretty cool morning in April.In an upscale apartment in the nicer parts of the city, a woman bussled around in her home, making breakfast for her family. Her husband, Mr James was getting dressed for the day while her 11-year-old daughter Bliss, was still asleep. Bliss was the second child of her parents, her elder brother, Bradley, was in high school already."Get up Bliss, it's morning"Mrs Vera entered her daughter's room, lightly shaking her as she murmured."Can I sleep a while longer?"Bliss intended to get herself a few extra minutes for sleeping but her mother seemed to have read her mind"You can, if you intended to not sit for you exams."She groaned, wanting to turn around and continue sleeping when the words stuckBliss jumped up, running into the bathroom. Just before she shut the door she remembered'Good morning Mom'She didn't wait for a reply as she jumped into the bathroom. Speedily picking
My Almamater, My Training Ground Prologue
It was a hot afternoon, most students were in the dining hall. The SS3 students could be seen milling around in crazy dress styles. Some all packed and waiting for their rides, some had left and the rest packed, carried or said their final goodbyes to their juniors, teachers and friends. Some flew their shirts, some unbuttoned theirs, some had long pulled off their ties looking like ruffians and like every year, the teachers would turn their eyes away pretending to be blind.Yes, on a day like this every year a batch of SS3s' would say goodbye to this institute where they had spent 6 years of their lives.Looking at this young adults, each filled with the joy and sadness of leaving a place they've come to view as home.Bliss, sat on her bed, her hands dexterously folding up her cloths, she, like most of her mates, had given out most of her belongings to her juniors. Her uniforms, daywears, sports outfits and a few other articles of clothing had all been
My Almamater, My Training Ground My Almamater, My Training Ground.
Welcome to My Almamater, My Training GroundI am glad you chose to click on this story.This is an unedited work so you could call my attention to any grammatical error you notice in the course of your perusal.We also welcome your thoughts on plots and scenes which you believe will make this book better.Copyright©Rhe_joyceAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, media transfer, or otherwise, without the prior permission from the author.©starifonia@gmail.comYou could contact me on social media @rhe_joyceon the gram.
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