Weird
title right? If you are familiar with this blog, then you might have seen your
fair share of weird titles… but if you’re new, then welcome to a blog dedicated
to stirring up change in the hearts of as many people that are willing to give
it a chance; for as many people that are tired of the status quo. Trust me, you’re
gonna be seeing a few more weird titles in the future. I once heard a statement
that kept me thinking for months. “People can only change by fifteen percent no
matter how much they try”. I heard that statement from a movie, which is why I
didn’t want to believe it at first, but after giving it much thought, I began
to see the logic in it. Being an avid supporter of Real Madrid and of Cristiano
Ronaldo, I began to imagine giving that part of my life up for someone I cared
about. I imagined that I could, but only for as long as it was mutual. As far
as I was concerned, I would run back to the flat screen the second I began to
feel neglect from that beloved someone. That was a weak example of my fifteen percent; a mere twenty
seven degrees. But I have seen people turn their lives around the entire one
hundred and eighty degrees and never look back. What could be the underlying
factor behind the remaining 75% (153 degrees)? It was God! He has always, and
will always be the Game Changer. I write in the hope that I can stir that 15%,
but ultimately, He is the one capable of bringing lasting change to all those
who desire it. That being said, I stray right back to my weird title…
I love the learning environment. For
me, it’s a place where I feel like I have almost everything under control. But
my arrival in ATBU wasn’t exactly exhilarating. If anything, I arrived at the
gates lacking enthusiasm about my new school and the next five years of my
life. But I dreamt and loved computers enough to walk through that gate. Little
did I know that there was a task master, whom the entire school had no choice
but to please in order to get to the next level. People dreaded him; others hated
him with a passion so vehement that it spread like a wild fire through their
entire set of courses, causing them headache for the entire semester. Others
loved him temporarily (just to get by); others just didn’t care about him as
much as they should have. Others paid him the utmost attention, much to the
jealousy of his fellow task masters. He was MTH 112 (Calculus I). But there
were a select few who saw him as a stepping stone to better understanding and as
a trainer for resilience in almost every other task master they could ever come
across. Those were the few he smiled at when he was on display on the notice
board. Sadly, I wasn’t part of the select few the first time he had to train
me.
I came untrained, haven’t ever taken
a calculus course in my entire life, and with a few O’ level mathematics topics
under my belt. I set out to conquer the beast. On the night of the first
battle, I felt a little unprepared, and then very unprepared, and by the time his
eyes were looking into mine, I was certain I was way in over my head. Suffice
it to say, I was humiliated before him, and I walked out of the hall with my
tail between my legs. The funny and somewhat sad part was that it was my
birthday! I was humiliated by this beast of a course on my birthday!!! By the
time the semester was over, I was well under his feet. He stood tall and lanky,
voicing his arrogance loudly into my ears, and filling his proud chest with the
admiration of the other task masters whom I had under my feet. Truth be told,
he was way bigger than I was. Truth be told, he changed me.
By the time I approached him again,
I still was untrained, having taken a calculus course and failed it woefully.
But with not just a few O’ level mathematics topics under my belt, but also a
new way of thinking. I no longer feared him… matter of fact, I still thank him.
If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have found a passion I’d pursue for the rest
of my life, I wouldn’t have found a burden that brings me great joy any sooner
than it came. I approached him with resilience, and with a stubbornness that he
later confessed to have never seen before. On the day of the first battle, he
called me out unexpectedly, having learnt of my stubbornness, and he knocked me
flat out! But I nursed my wounds in solitude, and laughed as his punches taught
me to survive. By the time he called me again, it was a different story
altogether. I paid in full, the debt which I owed him, matching him blow for
blow till he saw the futility in holding me back. When I did get to the notice
board, he had a smile for some people, for others he kept the frown I saw the
year before. But for a few, he had a queer smile, and respect in his eyes. I
was one of those few. When I looked at him, I knew I had learnt a lesson no one
could ever take away from me. I had found things no one could have given me with
mere words. I passed the course without attending a single lecture!
Our ‘failures’ weren’t ever made to
be deciders; they were stepping stones all along. While the agony of defeat in
a battle in life is not pleasant, the joy of victory at the end of the war can’t
be matched with any feeling in the world. I found that joy, and it gave me strength
to move on, a focus to pursue, a dream to fulfill, and a burden to relieve. You
might have met someone tougher than MTH 112 (The task master and humbler of the
pride of Jambites), yet I hope you look a little bit closer and see a stepping
stone trying all it can to make you take a little step further in your life and
career. ‘The hotter the fire, the purer the gold’. I didn’t understand that
statement until I met the task master. Whatever task master might be in your
life, whipping you and your destiny into shape, don’t step aside, not when you
have somewhere you wanna be! If you passed MTH 112 or your version of calculus
the first time you met him, congratulations, you were bigger than him. And if
you didn’t get it right the first time, I guess there’s a lesson you forgot to
learn, just like the one I needed to learn. But we all have battles to fight
everyday of our lives, and lose some we may. But let it never be said that I
walked away from life and from my story, admitting defeat. Let it never be said
that you did.
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