“Hi SANDRA SERWAA, you have been offered admission into BSC. DEVELOPMENT PLANNING. Pls LOGIN at https://apps.knust.edu.gh/admissions/check/ with ID:: … and PIN:: … to check status and print provisional letter. Thank you.” I stood rooted to the spot. Shocked. Numbed. Development planning kept echoing in my mind. What??? I had chosen development planning as my second option, being very enthusiastic about getting my first choice. Aside, the first option, I chose the remaining three programs to fill the blank spots. Very very funny. Optimism went overboard. Right at the spot, I received yet another lifelong lesson; to be mindful of the choices I make in life.
I call the first semester, the“warming up” stage, with the senior course mates who thought they were motivating us, but in reality, they were scaring us! Once admitted, there was no going back. I embraced my programme, drawing consolation in the fact that my new course mates and friends would be there to make me enjoy my four-year journey.
Workshop! The word hit me again. I had gone on workshops in Junior and Senior High Schools. “What is the workshop doing here again?”
Even without lectures beginning, the most murmured word among my mates was workshop. You know, in my opinion, workshop should be a programme on its own and not a course. Stress, sleepless nights, hands full of bond sheets, maps, and drawing tools are all associated with the planner. In fact, the planner’s other best friends are his workshop tools. It is no surprise that almost all planners “kill” themselves for workshop. Of course, a six-credit hour course is a no joke at all.
Our world of planning is for the disciplined, hard workers and thinkers! The periodic presentations help boost one’s confidence. The workshop groupings make one a team player. “Killing” yourself to attain a degree in BSc. Development Planning is worth the efforts. In your “grave”, you’ll realize what a Champion you were.
Source: Sandra Young/Hypercitigh.com/KNUST