Zellie:
Nigeria is a really messed up place to study. This is what happened to me today.

I have an anatomy test on the 31st of this month, a practical test. So this morning, I left my hostel for the anatomy museum, with the intention of becoming fairly acquainted with some of the bones, models of internal organs they had before the test on Thursday.

When I got there, I wanted to start with the Clavicle. I noticed it wasn't there and none of my other classmates were studying it either so I went to the attendant's office to request for it. He told me it was there, that I should search for it properly. He was being very rude and impolite, but he's quite old and I needed his help so it was okay. I searched again, no luck, so I went back to tell him the same thing I told him the first time. THERE WAS NO CLAVICLE.

After so much grovelling, begging and promising not to take it outside the museum, he finally let me have it. I was relieved. I filled out a form, wrote down my name, phone number and some other things I don't remember anymore ( I'm not a frequent borrower of bones), this is now where the trouble started o. The man SAID he tried calling my phone but it didn't go through, he tried only ONCE and network in that museum was really shitty, mine at least. He probably didn't even try at all and was just desperately looking for something to pin on me because apparently, one of my classmates recently reported him to the HOD of the department for something similar ( I'm not very sure what happened).


He called me back and asked why my number wasn't going through. I said i didn't know so I tried to look for my phone inside the bag I was holding buy I couldn't find it, I just assumed I forgot it in the hostel when I was rushing out. He refused to listen, he said I should return the bone, that I gave him a wrong number. Sigh. Tried to explain but he insisted. I gave up, went to my seat to collect the bone and give it back to him. . Fortunately (well, not really), as I trying to get the bone, I saw the bloody phone under my atlas. I was happy again, I might finally get to study this clavicle.


I went back to the man and told him I'd found my phone, and asked ( asked not told o) if he
could try the number again. Then he started going on about how I don't know how old he is, and how I could have the guts to tell him to try again , and if I liked, I should go and tell the HOD and some other incoherent mumblings. He collected the bone, accused me of wanting to hide bones from the museum inside my bag , so he sent me out and told me never to come there again. Afterwards he came outside to tell everyone I gave him a wrong number , and i thought i was smart bla bla blah. Imagine such embarrassment, for wanting to pass a test. I wanted to report him to the HOD because I was really angry, but I just thought there was a possibly of it putting us in more trouble. I don't know, you know how these things are. So I just explained what happened to one of the lecturers , he called the museum man and talked to him, then advised that I apologized, even though I was obviously being oppressed , cos he's an old man.


That was how I apologized for doing nothing , pity.


This rather unfortunate and disheartening incident further proves how really backward we are in this country. It would take years to get out of this mess.

torres89:


don't use one person as a comparison with every one in the country.

in other words stop generalising.

that aside ....

wetin person wan thief bone for

ikbnice:
Some have experienced worse

Mrjo:
He try nọ it wasnt going. Know that the man is serving public, so things do happend. Bt next time try to be in order

Zellie:
I don't understand.

Dailymercy:
study ur Netter's now...

Zellie:
Nigeria is a really messed up place to study. This is what happened to me today.

I have an anatomy test on the 31st of this month, a practical test. So this morning, I left my hostel for the anatomy museum, with the intention of becoming fairly acquainted with some of the bones, models of internal organs they had before the test on Thursday.

When I got there, I wanted to start with the Clavicle. I noticed it wasn't there and none of my other classmates were studying it either so I went to the attendant's office to request for it. He told me it was there, that I should search for it properly. He was being very rude and impolite, but he's quite old and I needed his help so it was okay. I searched again, no luck, so I went back to tell him the same thing I told him the first time. THERE WAS NO CLAVICLE.

After so much grovelling, begging and promising not to take it outside the museum, he finally let me have it. I was relieved. I filled out a form, wrote down my name, phone number and some other things I don't remember anymore ( I'm not a frequent borrower of bones), this is now where the trouble started o. The man SAID he tried calling my phone but it didn't go through, he tried only ONCE and network in that museum was really shitty, mine at least. He probably didn't even try at all and was just desperately looking for something to pin on me because apparently, one of my classmates recently reported him to the HOD of the department for something similar ( I'm not very sure what happened).


He called me back and asked why my number wasn't going through. I said i didn't know so I tried to look for my phone inside the bag I was holding buy I couldn't find it, I just assumed I forgot it in the hostel when I was rushing out. He refused to listen, he said I should return the bone, that I gave him a wrong number. Sigh. Tried to explain but he insisted. I gave up, went to my seat to collect the bone and give it back to him. . Fortunately (well, not really), as I trying to get the bone, I saw the bloody phone under my atlas. I was happy again, I might finally get to study this clavicle.


I went back to the man and told him I'd found my phone, and asked ( asked not told o) if he
could try the number again. Then he started going on about how I don't know how old he is, and how I could have the guts to tell him to try again , and if I liked, I should go and tell the HOD and some other incoherent mumblings. He collected the bone, accused me of wanting to hide bones from the museum inside my bag , so he sent me out and told me never to come there again. Afterwards he came outside to tell everyone I gave him a wrong number , and i thought i was smart bla bla blah. Imagine such embarrassment, for wanting to pass a test. I wanted to report him to the HOD because I was really angry, but I just thought there was a possibly of it putting us in more trouble. I don't know, you know how these things are. So I just explained what happened to one of the lecturers , he called the museum man and talked to him, then advised that I apologized, even though I was obviously being oppressed , cos he's an old man.


That was how I apologized for doing nothing , pity.


This rather unfortunate and disheartening incident further proves how really backward we are in this country. It would take years to get out of this mess.

3coins:
you were very angry. . . .so you get angry?

Zellie:
Lol gerrarahere

Zellie:
Lol gerrarahere

chuks34:
Mr bones

Zellie:
Nigeria is a really messed up place to study. This is what happened to me today.

I have an anatomy test on the 31st of this month, a practical test. So this morning, I left my hostel for the anatomy museum, with the intention of becoming fairly acquainted with some of the bones, models of internal organs they had before the test on Thursday.

When I got there, I wanted to start with the Clavicle. I noticed it wasn't there and none of my other classmates were studying it either so I went to the attendant's office to request for it. He told me it was there, that I should search for it properly. He was being very rude and impolite, but he's quite old and I needed his help so it was okay. I searched again, no luck, so I went back to tell him the same thing I told him the first time. THERE WAS NO CLAVICLE.

After so much grovelling, begging and promising not to take it outside the museum, he finally let me have it. I was relieved. I filled out a form, wrote down my name, phone number and some other things I don't remember anymore ( I'm not a frequent borrower of bones), this is now where the trouble started o. The man SAID he tried calling my phone but it didn't go through, he tried only ONCE and network in that museum was really shitty, mine at least. He probably didn't even try at all and was just desperately looking for something to pin on me because apparently, one of my classmates recently reported him to the HOD of the department for something similar ( I'm not very sure what happened).


He called me back and asked why my number wasn't going through. I said i didn't know so I tried to look for my phone inside the bag I was holding buy I couldn't find it, I just assumed I forgot it in the hostel when I was rushing out. He refused to listen, he said I should return the bone, that I gave him a wrong number. Sigh. Tried to explain but he insisted. I gave up, went to my seat to collect the bone and give it back to him. . Fortunately (well, not really), as I trying to get the bone, I saw the bloody phone under my atlas. I was happy again, I might finally get to study this clavicle.


I went back to the man and told him I'd found my phone, and asked ( asked not told o) if he
could try the number again. Then he started going on about how I don't know how old he is, and how I could have the guts to tell him to try again , and if I liked, I should go and tell the HOD and some other incoherent mumblings. He collected the bone, accused me of wanting to hide bones from the museum inside my bag , so he sent me out and told me never to come there again. Afterwards he came outside to tell everyone I gave him a wrong number , and i thought i was smart bla bla blah. Imagine such embarrassment, for wanting to pass a test. I wanted to report him to the HOD because I was really angry, but I just thought there was a possibly of it putting us in more trouble. I don't know, you know how these things are. So I just explained what happened to one of the lecturers , he called the museum man and talked to him, then advised that I apologized, even though I was obviously being oppressed , cos he's an old man.


That was how I apologized for doing nothing , pity.


This rather unfortunate and disheartening incident further proves how really backward we are in this country. It would take years to get out of this mess.

chuks34:
Mr bones

Omonoba1:
Firstly,i don't really see any cause for alarm or long write-up here.. You went to borrow bone (which is a privilege not a right)

and your number when tried didn't ring.. You don't expect the man to allow you go with it when he can't contact you to return it.. Secondly, your steeple chase test is on Friday and that particular clavicle might actually be in one of the stations, so it has to be safeguarded.. During my preclinicals, the museum rarely gave out bones few days to the test/exam cos they are among the specimen. Thirdly, you are further complicating issues for yourself by reporting an Old Man to probably a young lecturer.

Learn to respect elders cos the Medical/Dental school is based on hierarchy and following instructions & utmost respect for elders is paramount cos those Museum, lab attendants or even prosector can either make or Mar you.. THIS IS NIGERIA! lastly, thank your stars you didn't go to report to the HOD else even a female PCV would be higher than your test score .

Omonoba1:
Firstly,i don't really see any cause for alarm or long write-up here.. You went to borrow bone (which is a privilege not a right) and your number when tried didn't ring.. You don't expect the man to allow you go with it when he can't contact you to return it.. Secondly, your steeple chase test is on Friday and that particular clavicle might actually be in one of the stations, so it has to be safeguarded.. During my preclinicals, the museum rarely gave out bones few days to the test/exam cos they are among the specimen. Thirdly, you are further complicating issues for yourself by reporting an Old Man to probably a young lecturer..Learn to respect elders cos the Medical/Dental school is based on hierarchy and following instructions & utmost respect for elders is paramount cos those Museum, lab attendants or even prosector can either make or Mar you.. THIS IS NIGERIA! lastly, thank your stars you didn't go to report to the HOD else even a female PCV would be higher than your test score .

sEGXY2:
Borrowing from the school library is not a privilege, its usually included in your fee so you're entitled to it

Respect should be earned actually, don't demand for standards you don't measure up to . If you've ever been a victim or happen to witness the way public office holders treat citizens who require access to essential government service you wouldn't speak this way

Elthugnificent:

Lol, was that the only thing you picked up from the epistel.