No, I am not wearing a white half-sleeve shirt, a cream half-pant and canvas shoes for uniform anymore and neither am I waking up early and stuffing myself in an auto-rickshaw already stuffed with other school kids. This is just a memory, and that too just one of the innumerable wonderful memories I have of school.
School wasn’t as interesting in primary and upper-primary as much as it was in high school. The feeling was very similar to graduating from college. A very weird but proud feeling that I was no more a kid (thou at 27 I m still very much a kid. :-D )
High school was cool. Classes started at 7.20 in the morning. Getting up early to make it at that time wasn’t much fun but I guess that was the only part that wasn’t fun. I never had a school bus. So city transport was my school bus and it was so for many other kids in my locality. At least that’s the impression that we gave to the other passengers.
Dad would drop me to the bus stop at 6.30 and I would catch the 6.40 bus that would drop me about a kilometer away from the school gate. From the bus stop to the school was a 10 minute walk, the walk that became the most important walk of my day in higher-secondary school (This I will come back to later..). But this early morning walk with heave baggage on the back (read school bag), chatting with friends all along was precious.
School wasn’t as interesting in primary and upper-primary as much as it was in high school. The feeling was very similar to graduating from college. A very weird but proud feeling that I was no more a kid (thou at 27 I m still very much a kid. :-D )
High school was cool. Classes started at 7.20 in the morning. Getting up early to make it at that time wasn’t much fun but I guess that was the only part that wasn’t fun. I never had a school bus. So city transport was my school bus and it was so for many other kids in my locality. At least that’s the impression that we gave to the other passengers.
Dad would drop me to the bus stop at 6.30 and I would catch the 6.40 bus that would drop me about a kilometer away from the school gate. From the bus stop to the school was a 10 minute walk, the walk that became the most important walk of my day in higher-secondary school (This I will come back to later..). But this early morning walk with heave baggage on the back (read school bag), chatting with friends all along was precious.
Continued..
The bell would ring at 7.20 which meant assembling in the class rooms immediately. And from there on, every bell ring in every half hour was received with more and more enthusiasm. No… not because I was excited at the thought of learning, but excited at the thought that there were lesser lectures to tolerate after every bell. :)
There would be a 5 minute interval between every lecture meant to be used to empty out our bladders. But the smart ass that I was, I never used these breaks for leaks. This was the time to chat up again. Bitch about teachers and the principal, find new names for teachers and classmates alike (no bias here…). The leaks were requested during the lecture period which would become another excuse to get some spare time to loaf around.
Then there was a 15 minutes break for breakfast. This was the time all my friends wanted to whole-heartedly share the food they'd brought. There was only one reason for this so called sharing. Everyone liked to eat from the other person’s box. We despised the food we brought from our homes (thought now I realize, there was nothing better :( ..). The post-break lectures were merely a wait for the final bell which would signal our freedom for the day. It would mean the rest of the day was mine again.
To be continued…
The bell would ring at 7.20 which meant assembling in the class rooms immediately. And from there on, every bell ring in every half hour was received with more and more enthusiasm. No… not because I was excited at the thought of learning, but excited at the thought that there were lesser lectures to tolerate after every bell. :)
There would be a 5 minute interval between every lecture meant to be used to empty out our bladders. But the smart ass that I was, I never used these breaks for leaks. This was the time to chat up again. Bitch about teachers and the principal, find new names for teachers and classmates alike (no bias here…). The leaks were requested during the lecture period which would become another excuse to get some spare time to loaf around.
Then there was a 15 minutes break for breakfast. This was the time all my friends wanted to whole-heartedly share the food they'd brought. There was only one reason for this so called sharing. Everyone liked to eat from the other person’s box. We despised the food we brought from our homes (thought now I realize, there was nothing better :( ..). The post-break lectures were merely a wait for the final bell which would signal our freedom for the day. It would mean the rest of the day was mine again.
To be continued…
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