A Day in My Life as a Student. Today was one of those days I won’t forget in a hurry. After leaving home early and battling through heavy traffic, I finally got to school around 10 a.m. I was already stressed, but I had a lot to do. My first stop was at my processor’s office in Choba. I went there to discuss paying the balance of my school fees. I had earlier applied for the NELFUND student loan, and my portal showed that the application had been verified and the money disbursed to the school. So, naturally, I expected that it would reflect and complete my payment. However, my processor told me I wasn’t the only one in this situation. He advised me to be patient and give it some time—probably until January ending—so the funds could be fully processed by the school. From there, I headed into campus to secure a hostel space. That’s where the real stress began. The supervisor initially told me that there were no available spaces. Honestly, I understood, since I came late due to distance and other factors. Still, I pleaded with them and eventually paid around ₦130,000 to get a space—though it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. On getting there, the environment was tense. Students were bitterly complaining about their belongings getting stolen during the hostel renovation. Many had left their rooms open, as instructed, but came back to find things missing. One girl I spoke to was in tears—her NYSC certificate was found in the dustbin, her gas cylinder was stolen, and a textbook she bought for ₦40,000 was gone. She reported it to the dean, but nothing came out of it. Honestly, today drained me. Being a student is not easy at all. Balancing school, stress, finances, and accommodation issues takes a lot of strength and understanding. To make things worse, I didn’t attend class today because my coursemate told me there was no lecture. Only for me to find out later that they took attendance! That part really pained me. I just had to submit my assignment and leave. In all, today was both exhausting and eye-opening. It’s one of those days that reminds you how tough student life can be—but also how strong we really are. An experience worth sharing. Contributor ✍️: Tamunene Writes [Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are solely those of the author, a contributing student writer, and do not necessarily reflect the official policies or positions of the administration, editorial board, or any affiliated bodies of Unique Stoary.] _____________________________________________ We have a WhatsApp channel. Do well to follow for exclusive offers, placements and real time updates; https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbAYOmR05MUbjMcimM00 _____________________________________________ #UniqueStoary #Uniport #Stoary #ABetterUniport #Campulse #CampusPulse #Campus #CampusGist #CampusLife

The Weight We Carry as Medical Students. Sometimes I wish people understood that studying Medicine is more than wearing a lab coat or carrying a stethoscope. It is a journey that constantly threatens to break you — not just academically, but emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. As a medical student, your entire future can hang on one exam — MBBS. One. Single. Exam. People say, “Just read, you’ll pass,” but they don’t understand the fear that crawls into your lungs when you’re studying at 2am, fighting sleep with coffee and tears, because you’re afraid of what happens if you fail. Because in Medicine, failure isn’t just failure. It is rejection. Repetition. Reset. While other students retake a course and move forward, medical students are told: “You didn’t pass. Start again.” Do you know what it feels like to watch your mates move ahead while you go back to the beginning? To sit in a class where you’re now the “older one”? To pretend you’re okay while battling shame, disappointment, and the feeling that maybe you’re not good enough to save lives? It’s emotional torture. You study harder than you’ve ever studied in your life, with a level of fear that no one prepares you for. And even when you pass, the relief doesn’t feel like victory — it feels like survival. Like you escaped something designed to swallow you whole. People see our white coats. They don’t see the panic attacks, the self-doubt, the nights we whisper prayers through trembling lips: “God, please don’t let this be the end for me.” Every MBBS stage feels like standing at the edge of a cliff — one wrong step and the whole journey restarts. And somehow, we are expected to be strong. To smile. To keep going. But the truth is, many of us are tired. Not because we don’t love Medicine, but because Medicine demands pieces of us we didn’t know we could give. Still… we push. We fight. We hope. Because we believe that one day, all this pain, pressure, and emotional weight will turn into purpose — and into the lives we will save. Until then, we carry on. Not because we’re strong… But because we refuse to give up on the dream. Contributor ✍️: Anonymous [Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are solely those of the author, a contributing student writer, and do not necessarily reflect the official policies or positions of the administration, editorial board, or any affiliated bodies of Unique Stoary.] _____________________________________________ We have a WhatsApp channel. Do well to follow for exclusive offers, placements and real time updates; https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029VbAYOmR05MUbjMcimM00 _____________________________________________ #UniqueStoary #Uniport #ABetterUniport #Campulse #CampusPulse #Campus #CampusGist #CampusLife