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morning preps. The sun was out even. I felt weak. He asked what was the matter to account for me being late. I explained how I felt and he said I would have to see the doctor that day. I got off my bed, brushed my teeth and went to the secretary's office where other pupils were seated outside, waiting for the school van to take them to the hospital. I sat with them by

term which went on fast and well too. My study struggle continued as the days kept moving. Finally, third term was here. Ready or not, it had arrived. I knew I was finally in the last lap of the race, and I just needed to work a bit more, for a bit before the exams. Just a bit more, I told myself. Then this day particularly, Mr Maneno woke me up...I was late for

of the same as part of my life. I had to push and focus on where I was going. I did. Read a bit more...worked on my assignmentts in time and ecouraged myself to keep trying. By the close of term one for the April holiday, my position in the class exam results had improved. I felt encouraged and energized. I felt I was on the right track. We soon openned for the second

punishments, a lot of canning...basically in this year, a lot of shaping happened in my life and I think that was why it was necessarry for me to go through it. I made new friends, lost other friends too. Punished for not finishing my english and religion assignments, for someone speaking swahili, for being late and for failing. Now more than ever, I felt I was going back again...back to failure and acceptance

time, something was different. One of the teachers said "..we are not going to cane you anymore. This is your education, and if you want to play with it, then go ahead and fail…" I felt this. And this wa s among the factors that strengthened my turning point. A lot happened in class 8. A lot. A lot of trials and errors, failures and getting back up. A lot of unfinished assignments, a lot of

a whole year...was this perhaps the reason I wanted to sit for my kcpe the previous year? I asked myself. I was still on the journey to "my lost glory". Alone never felt this hard. Class 8, continuous assessment test 1 and I failed terribly. Terribly. This warranted serious canning and forced to write targets for the next test. Again, failure in the second continuous assessment test. This meant another serious canning. But this