My useless medical college certificate 🅿

Shule hua ina boo.
Sijui kama mimi hukuwa blessed with bad luck, ama ni mimi tu shida. But everywhere I go, some of the weirdest and unluckiest stuff happens. Una kaa chini una wonder kama there is a formula to it ama. Ok, let’s take from the top.
So nili enda medical college after high school kufanya social work. You would think college is all about freedom. Unfortunately, hua hai apply kila mahali. The school I went to was a catholic based. And I have never experienced strictness like that in my life. But that wasn’t the problem.
You see, the school had a big intake. But the facilities were not sufficient, so one of the solutions was to convert the lower floors of the girls' hostels into classes. Yes, in order to make it to my lectures, I had to walk into the girls' hostel and pass their entryway and hall to get to class. To top it off, during the first period of the semester, I was the only boy in a class full of girls. I even started to question if the coursework was a feminine one. And every time I heard there was as new comer, I would be excited until I heard it’s a female.
Well, at least later I found another male classmate so we could at least relate a bit. My suffering won't end there. We never agreed with my parents on where to stay. They wanted me to stay in the hostel, and I wanted to stay outside because of the conditions I was made to live in. So now I had to commute every day. And school was reasonably far from home. Guess I was back to waking up very early to get to class.
Regardless, I survived my one and a half periods in school. Surprisingly, I was doing well in my academics, and conditions improved. We finally got our classroom. Classes became more stable, heck, I even was able to get a girlfriend. Everything went well until I finished school.
Out there, I came to realize that a certificate is probably the most useless paper to exist. Like, its only worth is to upgrade you to a diploma program. I really tried to find a job. But they clearly were not interested. And get this, months later. So, there I was, the effort I put into the one-year program. Which amounted to nothing but being broke, unqualified, and later on, my girlfriend broke up with me. So, I became more depressed.
Since I had no choice, I had to go to the next step. I applied for a diploma at a technical institution. And the bad news kept coming because institutions are transitioning to the CBET system of education, and there is no upgrade for me. I'll have to start from scratch. From the bottom again. The only caveat to the story is that I will be part of the diploma program. But yep, no on-year slash for me.
So, currently, I'm heading to my second year of school instead of preparing for my final exams. Yeah, wali tu danganya sana. Hakuna freedom after high school. Ni shule na joblessness, na kukuwa depressed na shule na hivyo tu.