I was counting days to graduating. I had just wrapped up my internship and I was not retained hence officially jobless. One evening, there was a discussion on my class WhatsApp group. The grades were out. In the third year of my studies, I specialized in print journalism while some of my classmates whom we started with in the first year specialized in broadcast journalism.
This meant we split and no longer had classes together but still shared the group for any communication that was meant for the journalism class of our year. For the print class, there were 2 first class honours: one was mine but for the broadcast class, there was no first class. Some classmates started making fun of how bright they were and they had a “first-class.” The discussion went on to make fun of it but it now turned to rubbish it. Talks like a first-class doesn’t matter if you don’t have the skills which I totally agree with but for my course, practical units started as early as the second year and from the third-fourth year, every unit was a practical one so if it’s the skills, one acquired them here.
I watched as some students I had helped do their practical assignments and written ones talked of how a first-class meant nothing. The talk went on about how employers don’t even care what you score as long as you have the skills. To make it worse, some of them had been retained in places where they interned while I was jobless. Hence they were right with what they said.
At that moment, I felt like it was a crime to get a first-class. Something that I was happy about, proud of all over a sudden felt wrong and I felt like I didn’t want to let people know what I had scored. In that milieu of being sad and downcast, I remembered all the hard work; the hours I spent working on my projects, killing myself with tutorials just to polish up my skill set and the prayers. I remember I prayed for a first-class and here I was being sad about an answered prayer all because of what people said.
I picked myself up! I remembered that sometimes people will bad-mouth what you have. Not because it’s bad but because they can’t achieve it and to remain relevant they decide to drag you in the mad. The resolve is to however rise above this noise, distraction and discouragement that’s trying to impede you from achieving your target(s). If you are trying to hit that highest level of purity in your walk with Jesus and your fellow Christians are telling you things like you are too serious, you are too uptight, you think you are better than others, this is the time to double your effort. Because if you listen to lukewarm Christians trying to tell you striving to be hot is outdated, you might regret when you land in a different destination rather than what you hoped for.
This applies to all facets of life. Don’t be an ordinary person when you can be extraordinary. Looking back, I’m happy that I got it. For the record, I got my current job because of my grade. I messed up during the interview and I knew there was no way I was going to get that job but my boss called me a few days after the interview and told me they had picked me for the position. When I asked him why he gave me the job despite my poor performance he said that for me to have a first-class, I had potential and he gave me a chance.