STORIES: RESIT EXAM: AN EXPERIENCE I SHALL NEVER FORGET

I endured sleepless nights from day one of my DVM Part I exam until the end of the paper. I dreaded the agony of failing and the fear of failing the resit afterwards. We spent three weeks doing the exam, and in the end, I failed one of the three courses – anatomy. Anatomy, especially micro was a total "no-no" for me. During micro anatomy, I rarely read accurately, even mistaking kidney slides for liver and vice versa. The results were released by the sub-dean late at night, and upon seeing the _shege_, I discovered I had scores of 53, 54, and 48 in Biochemistry, Physiology, and Anatomy, respectively. Unable to contain my emotions, I cried till the break of dawn, contemplating how the resit would turn out. Resit seemed like the last option; if I failed it, the next step was to repeat the class. I felt the pain, wondered where to start my reading, and prepare for the resit. Friends sympathized, but their empathy couldn't transform my 48 into _oriyomi (50%)_ as many vet students would call it.

With a resit on the horizon, paraclinics lecturers didn't skip a beat; they continued teaching. While my colleagues were diving into parasitology and having discussions, I remained focused on passing anatomy.

I practically lived at KDL, reading non-stop as soon as the timetable was out, pushing myself until I fell sick a week before the exam. On the sickbed at Jaja, I questioned whether I would be able to join my peers again, knowing fully well that I had already repeated preclinical. Hope dwindled, and I nearly gave up.

Discharged three days before the exam, anatomy was first on the timetable. I entered the hall, wrote everything I could, and tackled the practical the following day.

Entering the exam hall, panic set in, but I gave it my all, despite the 'Move, move' chaos during the practical. I poured everything into it.

Gratitude to my seniors and colleagues for their support and advice on achieving a good grade. I shifted to smart reading, focusing on the main parts of the course, aligning with those who excelled, reading their notes, and solving as many relevant past questions as possible.

Rumors circulated that three out of four people who took the exam repeated. I accepted my fate, but soon after, the sub-dean released the results. I couldn't check it myself, but my phone buzzed with calls congratulating me on my success. I passed the resit exam, thanks to my seniors and colleagues. Resit is not the end of one's life; it makes one smarter, although I hope never to experience it again ever.