Like marriage, no one had warned us that courtship was 100 % different from marriage.
I remember getting to Prempeh with fellow freshmen a day or two before the rest of the school.
Assigned to our houses and dorms [ two out of 9 dorms per house] we picked the best beds, arranged them with spaces between each other as wide as the biggest pothole in my hown town Antoa and settled in nicely with nice meals at the dinning hall. Secondary school was going to be a piece of cake.
Oh what lovely period it was.
Then the rest of the students came a day or so later.
Like marriage, no one, the Snr /Housemaster, etc, no one had warned us courtship was 100 % different from marriage.
Within minutes, our neatly arranged beds with our mattresses, trunks and chop boxes were flying all over the place. Tears started falling.
Before we knew it, the dorms were being rearranged with trash talk-trolling Snrs taking the best beds and assigning the freshmen to the entrances of the dorms. At Butler House, we then began to hear names like Zeus, Bonny EC etc and the honeymoon was over.
Oh, what a miserable first year at Prempeh we were to have. I can’t speak for the rest. But Butler House was hell.
Nevertheless, good luck, Snrs.
Source: Old Student
