notes.from.nowhere

Nobody warned me that being a student and being an adult would clash like this. One minute I’m in class, taking notes like a serious human being. Next minute, I’m at home trying to figure out how to cook rice without burning the pot… again. I thought adulthood would come with sense, peace of mind, and maybe a monthly allowance that makes sense. Instead, it came with bills, stress, and the constant battle of “should I buy data or food?” I tried budgeting once. After writing everything down, my calculator told me I’m owing myself. How?? Washing my clothes? Na motivational speech I dey give myself first. Cooking? Only happens when indomie and bread finish. And don’t get me started on sleep—because adulthood said 8 hours is a myth. Sometimes I just lie down and whisper, “God abeg, I’m still somebody’s baby.” But truth be told, I’m learning. Slowly. Messily. With plenty trial and error. And even though I don’t have it all figured out, I’m proud of myself for trying. Because being a student ...

They say university life is about balance — lectures, friendships, love, and personal growth. But no one tells you how hard that balancing act can be. My name is Tolu, a 300-level student studying Mass Communication. I used to think I had it all figured out — until life reminded me that the heart doesn’t follow class timetables. I met Ada in my second year. She was vibrant, witty, and had a way of making tough days feel lighter. Our connection was instant — like something out of a novel. We started as study partners, but soon our conversations drifted from lecture notes to late-night calls filled with laughter, dreams, and promises. At first, it felt magical. I’d sit in class thinking about her. I’d rush through assignments just to spend more time with her. But gradually, reality set in. My grades began to slip — not because I wasn’t capable, but because I was distracted. Instead of preparing for tests, I was texting. Instead of contributing to group work, I’d sneak off to hang out. Th...

They say leadership is about service. But what happens when the people you serve don't even appreciate you? I'm Emmanuel — 200 Criminology  student, unofficial class therapist, and, yes, class rep since 100 Level. When I first got the title, I thought I was stepping into something cool — something that’d give me confidence, recognition, and maybe even a soft spot with a few lecturers. But fast forward to now? It feels more like a full-time job I never applied for. From the outside, it looks like I just pass announcements, collect assignments, and vibe with lecturers. But the reality? It’s chaos. Every. Single. Day. Imagine waking up to 237 messages in the class WhatsApp group. Half of them irrelevant. The other half people shouting “Who’s collecting the assignment?” after I’ve posted the deadline three times. You repeat an announcement — no response. Then suddenly, when something goes wrong, it’s: "Class rep, you no talk o!" I’ll never forget one particular we...