PCOH Part 3

I dedicate myself entirely in studying for having the baccalaureate, not only having it but having it with the highest grade; so that Icould have a prestigious cooperation scholarship for studying in Europe, or in the US; the main country I wanted to do my studies, as though not knowing it clearly, I feel coming from them. After the mercenaries see that in the first trimester, I got a good grade, they corrupted my teacher to give me not only very difficult exercises at the tests, and even mock exams, but to correct me severely. The sabotages did not stop there, my classmates were pupating to inviting me at work group, where they bring very complicated exercises, most of the time with even  mistakes for giving me the impression of not understanding deeply the courses. When we treat together those exercises they behaved as they never see them. The strategy is simplea classmate, Altine was erected  first of the class at the first trimester. He was invited also to those group work to propose answers to the  exercises full of mistakes, such way I lost confidence in myself. They hope, I felt discouraging, stop studying and failing atthe baccalaureate. Despite the bad grades I was given, I continue with the same energy I started the Academic year, as my goal was simple having the baccalaureate with a good grade, not having a good grade in the class.  At the end of the Academic year, I did not even pay attention to  the 5/20,  my mathematics teacher gave me, when in the first trimester I had 14.5/20 even with his interferences. The group work were done in a particular place, full of pain and suffering to me, they were done less than a 100 yards from that place in 1992 I sat with Iren on a stone close to the Centre de Planning Familial. I felt terribly sad, tire, sick, and homesick. The same memorial place that was chosen for looking like the location of my kidnapping place in Galveston . Instead of discouraging me that just motivated me as it tells me how I have to study hard for being free. 

   The maneuvers did not stop there, the exam center, and examination class were chosen to be at the same geographic position fromthe place I was kidnapping in tears. Few minutes before even the first test, one of my classmate was placed close to the examination room; he had red eyes,confused hair and look screamed and confused, the goal was stirring up in me the memories of my kidnapping so that I could not treat well the tests. Even the tables in the class was set in the same geographic location of the cars deporting me in Scholes Airport ofGalveston. The very surveillant of the class was chosen for looking like Jean Bradley the second in list of the mercenaries. 

     The sabotage did not stop there a simulation of cheating scene was madein the class to create a climate of suspicion. I failed  passing the exam at the first round, I had to do a catch up exam. The result ofthat exam was posted not so far from the class I did the exam, in the same position  of my kidnapping simulation in Galveston. I did the second round of the exam in the same class, very disappointed for not passing at the first round.  I got the bac at the second round with an average of 7.17/20. Useless to say that I was hugely disappointed as with this grade my chances of getting even a less a  prestigious scholarship is null. For having the less prestigious scholarship succeeding to the bac at the first round with at least 12/20 isrequired as with the Algerian scholarship, 14/20 for Morocco.

        Of course my goal was not to have a scholarship of an African countries being even those of Magreb. I aimed studying in an European country,or America. To distract me in my fight of getting the bac with a good grade, the council made Oscar promises registering me in the US.Though I got the bac with a bad average, I fought for having a scholarship. I went in the Nigerien Agency of Scholarship (ANAB). I saw a scholarship for America, which required above 14/20. There was also an announcement of a Canadian scholarship that did not have agrade limitation.  I was disappointed for not being able to run forthe American scholarship, but the Canadian scholarship is a great consolation for me, knowing that Canada is close from America. Then, I said myself, once in Canada, I would continue in US. I took the form of this test. Its criteria were made more than long and hard; I was demanded to bring all my grades sheets from 6eme to Terminal, aresearch project and  three letters of recommendation were demanded.