The switch

While I was a kid, I usually wait for my dad after school at his office. My dad had a friend then, who was a dentist. They were both soldiers. Miss Betty was a pretty brown skin lady, not tall with a round face and lovely dimples. As soon as I get to my dad's work place which is a military hospital, I would rush to her office just to say 'hi' for my usual biscuits and sweets.

I love miss Betty so much for her kindness and beauty. She was indeed very beautiful and attractive. I also love to see her in her lab coat always. Whenever I look at her, I always want to be like her.

I told my dad one day that I want to be like Miss Betty, That I also want to become a dentist. He encouraged me and advised me not to be lazy and always read my books. My love for Miss Betty grew more as I began to study her. I try to talk like her, I also started to imitate the way she walks and do things.

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For a very long time, she was like a mentor to me, I asked a lot of questions and took note of everything she says. I respected her and the only thing left for me to do was to pack my stuff and move in with her😁

Few years later, My Dad was posted to Lagos and someone else had to pick me from school. I barely saw her after that time and this made me feel really sad, but I still kept my ambition of becoming a dentist.

When I got to senior secondary school two, I knew some science subjects were becoming tough for me but because of the decision I took, to be a dentist, I kept pushing myself and telling myself that I could do it.

At a point I was scared, because I couldn't afford to fail. I knew I could do better in the Art department but I still kept encouraging myself, that I could do it. When the second term results came out, I cried, not only because I didn't do very well but because I hated the fact that I was a bit behind which will not make my dreams of becoming a dentist come to pass.

I had to encourage myself again that even if becoming a dentist is not possible, I must be great. I didn't tell my dad or anyone, I just went to the other teacher, in charge of the art department, and told her that I want to switch. She wondered why and wanted to encourage me but I showed her my result and told her I've made up my mind. She hugged me and I cried again. She told not to worry but that I had to work hard to meet up with others.

I started studying the literature text and my teacher helped me with some topics that I needed to be familiar with. I just moved on without looking back.
I only told my Dad at the end of the term when I got my results.
My transition was really smooth with the help of some of my teachers who gave a helping hand whenever I needed it.

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I gained admission to study Education but I was not happy, my mum encouraged me to go to school with the promise to buy me another JAMB form but fortunately, I started loving my course and I told my mum that I won't be needing the JAMB form anymore.

I can say boldly today, that I'm proud of the decision I took and I'm also enjoying my Job as a teacher.
There are challenges here and there but all is well.
No matter how sad I feel while leaving home, I'm always happy doing my job.

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