As humans, we are bound to make plans, but getting those plans to come to reality is beyond us as humans. The reality lies solely in our creator. Most times when we sink into imagination about our lives and how we want to live, we realize that those things we have imagined are even harder to accomplish for real.
It is said that cooking vegetable soup is easy through description, but making it into edible soup is where the problem lies.
We all have one or two projects in mind, depending on the stage of our lives and how we find our situation to be at that moment. To some, the heaviest project on their mind is how to graduate from the institution, some have marital projects ahead of them, and to some, the project they have is that of their job or workplace. We all have one or two to sort out.
The success of most of these projects now relies on our commitment to it. This is indeed why we have a lot of failed projects out there. Especially those projects by the federal government where they would make plans and then once the tenure is over the project is bound to fail.
My commitment
I remember when I was in my final year at university. Though we had a lot of project assignments before that, even in my secondary school we had to do some project work of typesetting and binding. But that of my final year was the worst I must have experienced. Come to think about it, it's a compulsory one that you must accomplish before you call yourself a graduate.
At first, what made the project work worse for me was my project supervisor. The fact that once you don't like a teacher or a lecturer, it's only by the grace of God that you can pass that course is so true.
I so much disliked my project supervisor as a lecturer right from 200l when she took our class for the first time. And since then it began to grow stronger. I hardly pass her course because my mind is not always in her classes or courses. I have always prayed not to fall into her department or become my supervisor in my finals.
I don't know how it happened, maybe that was just my fate. It turned out I was in her department and she became my project supervisor. I wanted to switch my supervisor at first. But I just had to accept my fate and move on. A devil known is better than an angel unknown. I couldn’t cry though.
My worst nightmare
After accepting her to be my project supervisor, the first problem was with my project topic. She asked us not to submit any topic to her, and that she would be the one to give us topics to work on. I had no option. I never understood the topic itself, not to talk about working on the project. It took me days before I could understand it. After this, she rejected my chapter one proposal up to six times.
At some point, I felt I should just give up on the project. She made it so hard that when others were defending their projects, we never got anywhere closer. She told us to rush up and defend it incompletely, then we got back to where we stopped and started again.
I thought if all supervisors in the school were like her, then no one would be willing to study. All my mates were done and went home for vacation before our convocation date, but my supervisor never minded all of that. She delayed us till the very end.
At some point, I just had to put my heart in it by force. I never saw her face anymore but all I could envision was the day of our convocation ceremony.
Every day became a countdown to D-day. And that was the only reason that had me put my mind back to the project work again. With time we were able to finish up and submit just four days to our convocation. Those who went home for a month and a 3 weeks vacation came back and still met us struggling on our projects. It became one of the worst project experiences I ever had and I can never forget.
This is my response to the hive learners community weekly featured content on hive for the week 99 edition 1 and the topic to be discussed is NO COMMITMENT AT ALL
