Struggling out of a 2:2 this final year: my Biomedical Science tale


I barely bore you with events of my university life on here but I know once in a while I drop one or two major ones. Going back to 2015, my first year, I had blogged about my resits (What if? #17), how awful it felt to had seen my name amongst those resitting Genetics and Statistics. How sad and unlucky my summer was. What I didn’t include was calling my parents and letting them know about the situation. The disappointment in their tone as they spoke to me whilst trying to be good parents and not make me feel worse about the whole situation, the after effect of the whole conversation moved me. I guess my attitude towards everything relating to university and my course became more questionable as days, months and years went by.

Second year was heavy. As my course is a three-year course here in the UK, more pressure was mounted on me and more effort was equally demanded with the load that came with the 12 modules I had done last year. The hustle to secure a placement made it even worse but that wasn’t an excuse not to scale through. At the end of the year, I was awoken yet again by another resit which until today I have managed to  hide from my parents as I felt they would be bitter and really angry towards me if I had told them. Genetics again! At some point in time I joked about it to my friends, telling them how I’m “KINGING” in genetics resit zone. What felt terrible isn’t the fact that I had a resit, what made me break down most nights was the fact that 2:2 ends up being my portion even when I always seem to start off very well at the beginning of each semester. At some point, I just stopped asking why and accepted that university wasn’t for me. Thoughts of dropping out kicked in every now and then but the friends in my circle kept me grounded. They said my prayers with me, cried with me and most of all, they contributed to my healing and strength which led me into pursuing my final year.

It’s the 25th of February today, 22 weeks into final year and there is still no salvaging to my results so far. It hasn’t been stable and at the same time it hasn’t been the most brilliant. One half of my project and most of my course works released so far have been fluctuating with 2:1’s and 2:2’s. My first semester results came out and this time Genetics crossed the cut off point with only 7 marks and I’m most grateful to God for that miracle! the other paper sat comfortably on a 2:1 which to me is gracious. Hard-work and resilience have been with me since the school year started and to be honest with you,  it is a struggle trying to move up from a 2:2. I am 3 weeks into second semester  with 3 more course works, 4 more exams and my main project to finish. I am still with hope and so should you who is reading this thinking you’re sitting in the worst position or situation in life.

If everyone was equal, there wouldn’t be no school, no competition whatsoever and definitely no evolution but other people’s success shouldn’t stall us from ours or blind us from attaining  unmeasurable success instead it should push us.


I did tweet this last week but it doesn’t mean I can’t do better. In fact it is not an excuse! It is the reason why I’m pushing to move on from a 2:2, proving to myself that even if it’s not for me, it is definitely not impossible!

I hope you find a grip too and go on from there dear reader. Do leave your thoughts and comments in the box below. Thank you.

Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2017.


The Heart’s culture #22

Have you ever wondered why people and things you put in mind trigger love or hate?

It isn’t magic that you function that way. You are simply being human. When your heart beats, it does so for danger, joy, hate or love. You’ve been programmed that way.

Learning to nurture your heart with what pleases you is what gives you the tendency to share what you have with people or to refrain. The heart is like the power house of our thoughts and words, when we fuel it with love and good, the outcome supersedes all forms of hate and lightens us up too. Our hearts should be guarded because it controls the emotions we give. When it’s been broken, we should be eager to give it time to heal, to patch up and learn to beat properly again. We should feed our hearts with it’s own kind of food, not what we think it deserves.

For you to know what’s good and not good for your heart, you have to learn it’s culture. The way your heart should be treated, what to feed it and how to keep it strong to withstand any sort of predicament. The truth is that there is no certain way one should treat the heart because we all are different. We come across different scenarios in our lives. we live and survive differently. Learning the heart’s culture is simply taking care of it like it’s a fragile piece. Avoiding what you believe is going to hurt you, doing away with that which is hurting you and being open to letting your heart heal from hurt.

when we love, give, share, exercise, pray, acknowledge, sing, rejoice and show kindness with each other, we give our hearts reasons to beat. We worry less and unite more. Hearts do think alike too.

Share your thoughts with me on this piece and add any other piece you’ve thought about in the comment box below. Thank you.


Dyna Ekwueme Copyright, 2015.