My master’s degree was started a few years ago. Although everything was going well, in the week before our test, I started to hear whispers about lecturers being sorted.
Since my course peers had given me the impression that you can’t “sort in the department”, I was worried. In my previous department, sorting was strongly discouraged. I don’t see how it could be acceptable in another department. So, I decided not to sort lecturers. I decided to study and pray.
What would I say to my young students if I did so? Secondary school teacher, I don’t approve of any exam cheating. Although I knew it would be difficult, I already had made the decision.
My course representative asked me, “Is that what I need to’sort’ for?” After my first exam, I felt it was too easy. We both laughed about it. God made my tests easy. I kept praying. I was a firm believer in As and Bs.
The second semester was difficult and filled with obstacles. I didn’t know that. Everyone hated this professor, even his coworkers. He was unpredictable and not very laid back.
He was not able to give lectures very often. He was the only instructor I had on Wednesdays, and he will not show up after I have spent over $1,000 on transportation. To save money, I chose to not attend lectures this Wednesday. He wouldn’t show up as usual, but I was certain of that. He was there on Wednesday, which was disappointing for me. He also administered a test with his handout.
Although I was initially upset, I quickly got over it and decided to continue studying hard for the exams. I have already completed 1O% fieldwork for the exam, which takes 7O% of my time. Tests take 3O%. I was confident that I could achieve a B based on my mental calculations. I took the time to review his course handout.
The large exam room was evenly arranged. He only asked one question, which was general knowledge. I believed that the residents of my village had achieved success. After that exam, I wept because I was unsure of my writing.
When the results were announced, I received an A. Jesus! It was hard for me to believe. To be sure that my score was mine, I had to double-check it. While my classmates claimed I had sorted, I strongly insist that I didn’t. I didn’t make any effort to explain anything to him. I did not do anything but pray to God for mercy as instructed by my students. He came through for me.
God provided for me throughout the program and I am eternally grateful. It felt like too many obstacles were in my path, and I wanted to quit school at one point. Yet, here I am with my second degree. Only God can make it happen. My story is meant to encourage others to persevere.
Be praised for God the Almighty, Who is always faithful
