June of 2022. So far, I got an IELTS to get privielege from English subject and focused on studying the newly added subject of law for the entrance exams to the Tashkent State University of Law. I clearly remember the times that I read a law book for eight hours from morning till night without even going to school. This went on until January, and by January I had almost finished the books like 20 times. At that times I got very deep know to win against the law students of our whole region. I've won all the money from block tests, all the prizes, and some education centres even rejected me, just because I've been taking all the money. It was a wonderful times. And then June came. It was very difficult to study in the heat, it was very difficult to not sleep in the afternoon, but I did not stop, because there was very little time left until August. The exam was supposed to be on August 15th. On the night of July 28th, I remember very precisely, I was walking into the next room after my native language class and I heard a girl saying: "Exam dates have been announced, August 1st!!!!" And I was shocked when I heard that. I came home quickly. When I got home, I started planning for the next four days. I'll give you an idea of how hard I studied in those four days -- four days of reviewing the 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th grade law textbooks, the Constitution, the 6th, 7th, 8th, 10th grade history of Uzbekistan, and 10 block tests. So imagine that I did a 15-day plan in just four days. And finally, the long-awaited day that I never thought would be so tragic for me finally arrived. I was so excited about the test building that I felt 100% confident that I had the maximum knowledge to pass the test. As I walked into the building, I felt more confident and took a big step. The tests were distributed, and I had two hours. I opened the textbook, and I did my first law exam. And I was so happy to open it, because it was so easy to do the law test, and I could do it in just eight minutes. And the joy of doing compulsory subjects has stayed with me. But as soon as I opened the math compulsory block, all of a sudden the excitement was gone. I struggled to answer those three questions, and I was about to give up, but then I remembered the difficulties I had faced during my matriculation, and I felt that those three questions were nothing. Again, with the fire in my eyes, I was thinking logically, drawing, and working on the questions that I couldn't get out of math. I was so excited, I thought it was going to be at least 187.9, score, so I started copying the answers from textbook to the actual title.There was very little time left to copy, I had to copy two questions per minute. I got it right on time. I was so excited about the fact that I could now compare my transcript to my transcript and shout it out loud when I got out, that I took my transcript and compared it to my transcript. And I looked question 41, which was a B in my test book and an A in the title. I couldn't believe my eyes and I checked it three times. It was as if ice water had been poured on the fire in my eyes.I quickly handed the title to the controller, and a minute ago, the boy who was thinking about shouting loudly could not even make a little sound. I've gotten to the point where I don't want to step out of the binomial that I've stepped into. I felt like a celebrity when I walked out, because there were so many people who knew me and wanted to know if I had scored 189 score or not. Unfortunately, I had misplaced the question, which was worth 3.1 points, in the exact title, and I couldn't fix it, and no one would listen to me. Imagine, from January to August, I never scored less than 186 to 189 on any of the block tests, but I may have mistaken the easy test two or three times over the block test. I don't regret making mistakes because of my lack of knowledge, but I'm hurt that I made mistakes when I had access to the grant with my knowledge. So I was recommended to TDYU as a contract student. My family felt sorry for my work, but they encouraged me, believing that there was some wisdom in it ... .

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At this point, most of our focus is COVID-19 versus Federal Government and Lockdown issues in Nigeria. I would like to suggest to all our students and teachers in Nigeria to Pray Without Ceasing to God right now to reopen schools because with God all things are possible. This will make us help the Federal Government to take the right decision at the point. Instead of putting too many blames on our leaders and thereby shifting our focus from the reality of COVID-19 pandemic confirmed cases 33, 616 is increasing even more and which is real. The solutions to our problems in Nigeria His in the Hand of God and we should ask God for intervention in our Schools as a whole. Let us think deeply about how coronavirus is spreading very fast and with the effort put in places by the government yet, we are still going through a lot of challenges that have this result to negatively impact on our academics. And also, NCDC in line with the national strategy has continued to scale up diagnostic capacity in Nigeria. Although the Federal Ministry of Education as we all know that they've published Guidelines for Schools and Learning Facilities for reopening Schools. I suggest that prayer will help this case. What is your suggestion? Everyone is free to comment on this suggestion or if any? The article was written by Olusola David, Ayibiowu on Opera News Visit:https://creativeartssolutionfoundation.blogspot.com/2020/07/let-all-students-and-teachers-pray-to.html For more information Source: opera.com Reference: www.operanewsapp.com

THE TEACHER There was once a small school, located right within the heart of a small yet endlessly flowery prairie. It was not something flamboyant, only a timid marriage of rocks and bricks, happily constructed and designed to serve as a cover for our heads, when it was raining or when the sun was attacking us with his love rays. That school only had one teacher, and its sole students was me and another girl. We were not always the best example of students, usually coming without having done our daily homework, or with albeit adequate preparation for our courses; though we always wanted to attend, because the teacher always had something new to present to us. He had his special way to make us feel right at home, his speech was magical, his manners were impeccable, his presence being monumental to our very souls. I can still remember the day he told us that we humans, are equal to the other beings of nature, and that we are the only ones who have the need to go to school, because we have to train ourselves to be polite and generous, whilst the other animals are being grateful from birth. At first, I was scratching my head when I tried to decode his message, but now that I am old enough, I know he was right. Another day, we were trying to do an exercise in mathematics. The girl right next to me, was excelling at it, and proudly answered with haste his questions, smiling cheerfully to his beaming visage. I was not doing so good, stuffed with stress and anxiety that I would probably fail. In the end, I also answered, but what surprised me was him announcing us that we both passed with flying colors. “But, we made very different choices and picked diametrically opposite answers mr. Alex” I told him. “How can this be possible?” The teacher left us speechless. “Every answer is a matter of perspective, my boy” said the teacher. “For example, your colleague wrote that 1+1 =2, which is correct, I ‘ll wager. I have to admit, though, that you, son, advocate that I+I = II, which is also right. Either you write that as 2, or as 11, I am only interested that you support your thoughts with zeal and reason. That is the meaning of life”, he pointed at us. Some other day in the calendar, he took us up to the hills that were overlooking the great blue lake of our village. His eye color was identical with that of the lake. The vista was mesmerizing, both in his eyes and in the scenery, and his teaching was so soothing in our hearts. He told us that we must love our family, and honor our mother, for she was the towering of our future, and would always be there for us. We took heed and as we walked back to our class, he stopped us and kneeled in front of us. “Take a flower from me, and put it each in your pockets, and when you go back to your mother, give it to her as a present, as I can't do that. Please remember that she is the garden with the roses, and you are the raindrops of water that this garden so desperately needs to flourish”. That afternoon, we returned home filled with joy, and sadness as well. Joy because we realized that the teacher was right, and we hugged our mother like octopuses that stick to a submerged anchor. She also seemed delighted to see us act like that. But, as our hands reached our pockets, we realized the roses were not actually there, at least in physical form. That is, because our teacher, was ethereal, invisible. What that means? In fact, he was not a teacher, but a captain. That was his real-life profession. But having sailed over all the corners of the earth, he always had great deeds to tell us. And, because our school needed a teacher, he gladly offered to be our teacher. Well, our school, that harmonious amalgamation of stones, bricks and a handful of concrete, in reality was our home. The girl next to me in class, my colleague, was my sister. And what about that captain, then? Who was he? That moustache wielding champion, was our father, who passed away years ago. However, his ethics and lessons were still following us, and his presence was right next to us, watching us over. His reign as a king to our hearts will still live on, and we will never forget him, as he captained our lives with wisdom and honor. A teacher, is a beacon of light and hope. We all need a teacher. We all need a father. Our father. And he was the best teacher of them all.

Sinema for Arizona today announced the launch of Students for Sinema, a coalition of Arizona students standing with Kyrsten in her campaign for the U.S. Senate. Kyrsten knows the power of education from her own life, and as a professor at ASU, Kyrsten hears from her students about rising costs of education and the challenges they face today. That's why Kyrsten is fighting to make college and skills training more affordable, bring down the cost of student loans, and make quality education accessible for every Arizonan. Kyrsten issued the following statement: “I know from my own life that education is the key to opportunity. Every Arizona kid should have the same access to a good education that I did. I hear from my students about their struggles with student loan debt. These issues are personal for me, and I know that we can solve our challenges if we work together on finding solutions. I'm proud Arizona students are joining our campaign as we work to make education more affordable and accessible for all Arizonans who want to pursue their dreams.” Kyrsten's work to make sure all Arizonans have a quality education includes: Partnering with Senator McCain to protect $3.5 billion in school funding for Arizona; Voting to expand the Pell Grant program; Addressing skyrocketing student loan costs as one of the first bills Kyrsten introduced in Congress; Working across the aisle to invest in community colleges and support career and technical education; Fighting to ensure students have more time to learn and educators spend less time teaching to the test; Leading a bipartisan effort to better prepare Arizona teachers for demanding, high-needs classrooms; and Securing in-state tuition for veterans at Arizona colleges and universities. Hear from the co-chairs of Students for Sinema: “Kyrsten is the Senator we need, and not just because she's a proud Sun Devil. Kyrsten will fight for us and our future, while Congresswoman McSally is more concerned with saying whatever she has to just to get elected. Young people need to get involved and do everything we can to elect Kyrsten to the U.S. Senate because there is so much at stake in this election. I'm excited to make sure students at ASU and across Arizona know how hard Kyrsten Sinema fights for Arizonans.” — Jesse Avalos, Central Arizona Co-Chair & ASU Student “Students in our state need to get engaged in this election because our future depends on it. Kyrsten Sinema knows what it's like to work hard to achieve your dreams and struggle with student loans along the way because she has lived it herself. She's gone through real struggles, and now she's working to improve the system for all Arizonans. McSally, on the other hand, has proven she will say or do anything to get another job in Washington. That's not the leader we need. That's why—despite the fact that she's a Sun Devil—U of A students are proud to stand with Kyrsten in this critical election.” — Carlos Martinez, Southern Arizona Co-Chair & U of A Student

Being a student is not easy. I found this out the hard way, starting in elementary school when I started getting deadlines and had to start taking notes. As I got older, the academics became more and more difficult. I had to quickly learn what a thesis was and how to write one because my first big essay for a grade was right around the corner. I learned that teachers could be ruthless, but also infinitely more merciful than they had been made out to be in middle school. I began the route to becoming an IB student in freshman year. I was told to take physics and ICAP English, Spanish 2, and all sorts of other classes. I was told this would put me on track to be in the IB program when I was a junior and senior. I had been raised under the pretense that harder was more impressive and important for some far away deadline of college applications, but at the time I thought it would be important for me. I pushed myself and beat myself over the head with bad grades. The bad grades came - well in my eyes they were bad - and I had no way of telling myself that I was doing my best and still doing a good job because of my current situation. Starting high school was a shock because I had never been in such a big school before. If we look ahead into my junior year, suddenly the IB Program was here, with the European spellings and confusing paragraph structures. The IB Program was throwing new acronyms, new assignments, and new teachers in my direction. I was juggling new classes and insanely low amounts of sleep. I began to wonder if it was worth it. I still wonder sometimes if it's worth it, but then I see how much I'm learning and how much I love all my teachers. When I walk into some of my favorite classes I am able to see that I am in a room of scholars and we are led by a teacher who loves their job and loves teaching students like us. The skills I've developed on the road to the IB Program have prepared me well for it, but I am still stressed a lot of the time. New stressors come into play. My friends are concerned about college, about boyfriends or girlfriends, and grades. We are all scrambling to understand this messy chapter of life we are in. I know that we all want to help each other, but it's almost impossible to help someone else when you can't help yourself. I know I have struggled with managing my grades and keeping my chin up. It's not easy to balance both school and social life. Some nights I don't get more than six hours of sleep and other nights I jolt awake at midnight wondering if I submitted a big paper, only to realize that I did. School is not easy and I don't think it ever will, but it is what I love doing. At the end of the day, I love to learn and I love being in a room with other people like me - people who want to learn. I want to continue devouring books I don't always understand with literary features and techniques I had never even realized were possible. I want to continue talking with people who understand more than I do, I love being with other people and learning together. It is such a valuable experience and I know that I want to continue on this path. Despite the stress I feel a lot of the time, I am hopeful. I am optimistic that I will be able to work through the stress, find the cause, and fix it. I will be able to make it through the difficulties presented by school even though some days I am so stressed I want to curl up and hide. In conclusion, I am stressed, but that is okay. It's not ideal to be stressed and I do not want to glorify it, but I know that if I weren't stressed I probably wouldn't care about what I do. Stress is not healthy and to be this worried is not healthy either, but I think that despite it all, some stress is good. Being concerned for your work makes you work harder, pushes you to get up in the morning, and helps you feel the rush of relief and adrenaline when you do well and see your hard work pay off. Learning in a community has helped me to realized how important it is to care for what you do. So many times within a group I work in, I see that students are lost and need help from others and every time it is refreshing to see how eager other students are to help each other. We understand each other and despite the difficulties and severity of the stress, it builds a community that I think helps with the stress.