The Story of Akitwi

Meet Akitwi. The photographer. Owner of the selfie stick and collector of buyers of drinks. 6

Graduation is looming.

Mother’s dress is picked out while mine is waiting for mother’s cheque or check to be written.

Writing and I are estranged.

I had a brilliant idea of sharing my story of law school.

Then it occurred to me that sharing my friends’ stories is an even more brilliant idea.

I asked, many agreed, few proceeded to write and even fewer were chosen.

So for the next few weeks leading up to 7th July, I will be sharing their stories.

Why their stories?

The idea was to capture the journey of a few of us in law school and publish it on my blog.

It was inspired by the conversations I had throughout our last semester, which for some reason felt very weird

A lot of my friends  did not consider it  an achievement to have finished this chapter of their lives  especially  because  of the horror stories we have had over the years about  the bar course, that is if you even pass the pre-entry exam to get in.

I wanted to change that, maybe just to have company in the “excitement lane” or to have content for my blog. The plan was to challenge them to count their blessings and what better way than writing about the journey, the milestones, low moments, lessons and everything in between.

This is Sammy’s story. 

I was seated in the comfort of my father’s house after receiving my amazing A-level results, without any law school plans. 

Mass communication or Human Resource Management at preferably Makerere University Business School were on top of my list of choices. 

My father in a dream shattering twist, shocked me when he asked (not requested) that I go and apply to study law at both Makerere and UCU.  I had so many questions like, 

“Did I secretly tell anyone that I wanted to become a lawyer?” 

“Do I have I choice in the matter?” 

Obviously I had no choice in the matter, the rest, I have reduced into this story.

On my first day of law school I had no idea where my class was located because I was too cool for the orientation situation that had happened the previous week. 

My source of directions was my dear friend Atim and she trusted her way around campus as far as she could throw it. She even had no idea we were in the same stream.
When I finally found the class, oh my, I had never seen so many people in one class my entire life. The class was to full capacity and I learnt later that, that wasn’t even the entire class.

I looked around and I couldn’t find a free seat and decided it was a good time to go have my ID picture taken and proceed to chill in my friend’s room.

My biggest highlight was getting done with law school plus of course the squad.  The bond with these girls is divine .We fight, love each other and above all pray, pray and prayyyyyyyy for and with each other.

  Also somewhere along the way I may have developed some positive feelings for both law school and UCU. That’s a highlight in its own right

The last four years in law school have been the toughest I have faced in my life so far. I had to learn to make some pretty difficult decisions and I also made so many mistakes from which I picked great lessons. 

I have also met some pretty incredible people and I am grateful for all of it. The good, the bad the ugly, the epic wins and the epic fails. All of it has had an impact on me and my perspective on life.

Do I have any regrets?

 Hmmmmm…Thinking through it, naaahhh I have no regrets, I am honestly glad everything happened the way it happened at the time it happened. 

Would I do anything differently? 

Yes if I had the power to go back in time, I would get different results. Probably a 1st class.

For someone who never dreamt of being a lawyer, it’s interesting that as I went through law school, I discovered that this is kind of my calling. Everything feels like it was meant to be. Something is so truthful about us making our plans and God laughing.

Advice to my younger self in September 2013.

“Law school is where you are supposed to be little girl and better EXCEL at it”

Plans after school.

Work, Work, Work Work, Work.

Get superrrrrr richhhhhh

Get married to an amazing man and have kids who look exactly like me.

That’s my story. What’s yours? 

Was finishing school everything you hoped for and more? 

The Story of Hopeness

Graduation is looming.

Mother’s dress is picked out while mine is waiting for mother’s cheque or check to be written.

Writing and I are estranged.

I had a brilliant idea of sharing my story of law school.

Then it occurred to me that sharing my friends’ stories is an even more brilliant idea.

I asked, many agreed, few proceeded to write and even fewer were chosen.

So for the next few weeks leading up to 7th July, I will be sharing their stories.

Why their stories?

The idea was to capture the journey of a few of us in law school and publish it on my blog.

It was inspired by the conversations I had throughout our last semester, which for some reason felt very weird

A lot of my friends  did not consider it  an achievement to have finished this chapter of their lives  especially  because  of the horror stories we have had over the years about  the bar course, that is if you even pass the pre-entry exam to get in.

I wanted to change that, maybe just to have company in the “excitement lane” or to have content for my blog. The plan was to challenge them to count their blessings and what better way than writing about the journey, the milestones, low moments, lessons and everything in between.

Today meet:

 

 

I started law school in 2013 with absolutely no  idea  what I had signed up for.

I had heard all these statements like, “Law is very hard” but well every stage of education was  usually hard or at least we were told.

From primary school to high school,  we were always  threatened about how school is hard yet we still made it so  I thought the same approach would apply to law school.

My mum also known as, “super believer in my unknown abilities”  steered me towards joining law school. She used every opportunity to remind me that I would survive it. Clearly, “mama is always right”.

I got into law school, clueless but I studied anyway.  It helped to have had a wonderful roommate who is now one of my very good friends Darlington  Mercy.  She’s those people who plan their things three months earlier and unlike me, law school had been her dream. (Her story is coming soon)

 

 

First year was really sent to shock me as well as the people in my life.

First forward to 2017, four years down that road. Law school has shaped me into someone with direction.

All the  assignments, extra years, studying laws or cramming them only to find they were repealed at night as you slept, lecturers  failing to show up the whole semester but setting the exam and marking it (hello international law 1 and 2)  have been a trail of lessons leading to the person I am today  and I am thankful;

I met wonderful people like Komusana. I met these people who have added spice to my life.

#Squad

I’m grateful for the stress-fully  long lectures sometimes starting at 7am and ending at 8pm.

I’m grateful for the Latin expressions we learn’t or didn’t learn.

I’m grateful for the torture law school put me through and I’m not even exaggerating because in our first year the lecturer gave us coursework for a course unit taught in third year and believe me we figured it out.

I’m grateful for growth and on 7th July, adorned in my new dress and shoes in the company of these crazy human beings we are going to celebrate.

This should give you a clue about how much fun we intend to have on graduation.

That is my story, what’s yours? Was finishing school everything you hoped for and more?