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National Service Diaries (Day One)

As to why I have not written in so long a time baffles me. It was only yesterday I promised to write the next day and some how it has been months. I have finally accepted that I'm big on procrastination. (shakes head dramatically).
A lot has indeed happened in my life. I completed school, begun my National Service Registration in August and just so you know, it was hell. The long queues at dawn, the stampedes and human traffic on a dusty field, the long wait in the rain,these are some of the ways to describe the strenuous process known as NSS Registration.  As though that was not enough I was posted to a ghost library, yes ghost library. The place didn't exist. Imagine my frustrations when I had to go through the entire process only to realize that the place didn't exist. I was so close to tears. Well to cut it short, I eventually got a friend to change it for me and I chose to teach. You heard right, I chose to teach instead of sit in an air conditioned office and draw flowers on a paper from 8am to 4pm.I am allergic to boredom.(no offence to my colleagues in the offices, you guys are doing a great job)
So on the 10th of September as early as 4am I was awake. I got to the All Saints Model School (located in adabraka) at exactly 6:35 am. I was full of nerves. Excitement and anxiousness coursed through me like a bolt of lightning. Later the head of the school Mister Benedictus Larry Agbo welcomed me and my day begun. Because it was the start of a new academic year, fresh students were being admitted, therefore two other service personnel (I learnt later that they were both named henry) and myself were asked to help conduct an entrance exams for the  "freshers".
It was actually not that difficult a task. All I had to do was say " Sit down" for about 80 times in an hour. Aside that it was actually fun watching children's displaying so many "copying" tactics. Honestly, those kids got skills. Finally the exams was over for that day and I met the lady I was to assist in the English Department(Mad.Janet Kumi); Adwoa the English madam. Nothing was said about my specific duty and I could care less, I was ready to hit the road to my bed. The moment the bell was rung for closing,I said my goodbyes  and left for my house. I had had enough noise for a day. Yep and that was my first day as a Teacher (a teacher who taught nothing).

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