Hey guys, I am officially back to blogging and if you’ve been wondering where I disappeared to, let’s just say… practical year happened and when I say happened, I mean it demanded everything.
My time.
My strength.
My sleep.
My dressing (yes, we need to talk about that).
And at some point, my sanity. Farm activities are beautiful, they are also humbling in ways no classroom can prepare you for. There’s something about stepping into a field at sunrise that makes you feel productive and powerful until the work actually begins. It’s early mornings,
It’s sun that does not negotiate, It’s clearing land that feels like it personally has a grudge against you and then there’s the small detail of casually hearing, “Oh, by the way, a snake was spotted around here last week.” Wonderful.
Practical year has been eye-opening not just because of the farming skills, but because of the people. You begin to see characters unfold. Teamwork sometimes looks like a one-person show. Responsibilities get blurry, effort becomes uneven and you quickly learn that not everyone moves with the same sense of urgency.
But here’s the thing: growth doesn’t only happen in comfort.
On the brighter side, we bond.
Bonding looks like pairing up to clear what feels like an entire village worth of land… land I’m very sure my parents did not will to me. It looks like laughing mid-exhaustion, It looks like complaining together but still showing up the next day.
It looks like community banquets where everyone contributes something like rice, stew, snacks because living on the farm turns classmates into something slightly deeper not just friends not just colleagues but Something in between. This year has stretched me, It has taught me discipline It has tested my patience. It has made me appreciate effort in a way I never did before. Farm life is demanding but it’s also revealing.
And maybe that’s what makes it worth it.
There will always be that one lecturer the one who walks into the field like a farm inspector from another dimension, looks at your plot for three seconds and calmly says, “If this continues, I will give you an F.” An F, Just like that and don’t even get me started on the famous threat: “We will call the weed management team.” Now here’s the funny part that same plot was weeded four days ago. Four. Days. Ago. But apparently, in farm mathematics, weeds grow faster than your actual crops the main crop is still trying to process life, while the weeds are flourishing like they have a sponsorship deal. It’s almost impressive.
Then came the recent dilemma; A plot was posted on the group chat, yes the public group chat and labeled, “Growing a rice farm.” And of course, the owner of the plot was tagged Publicly. Let’s just say it was a character-building moment. Because nothing humbles you faster than seeing your hard work reduced to a meme before breakfast. But Hey, that’s farm life;
You weed today.
It grows tomorrow.
You try again.
It grows again and somehow, in between the threats, the tagging, and the competitive weeds, you learn resilience. Because the farm doesn’t care about your excuses It only responds to consistency and maybe that’s the real lesson practical year is trying to teach us.
Before I wrap this up, let me say this, this is just my point of view someone else might have a completely different experience and that’s okay. Practical year hits everyone differently. As for me? Let’s just say next time, I might strongly consider a university that leans heavily into mechanized farming.
Less cutlass.
More machines But honestly… maybe the manual labor is what makes the practical year interesting. Maybe the chaos, the weeds, the tagging, the “F” threats maybe that’s what builds the stories. Just kidding or maybe not. The world is evolving,so should we.
Till next time.
Signing off, but the 20s journey never stops. Stay tuned
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