Taking a flashback of school life. I today realized that I'm now a grown up person who earns for his livelihood. The time has passed, those golden days of school life are never going to come back.
I remember when I got admission to 4th standard in the year 2001. I cannot recollect all but yes just a glimpse. It were the early days of March and a new chapter of my life was about to start. Though I was a day scholar, so maximum things were not new for me. I knew the teachers and they knew me. I remember skipping my first semester exams to attend my maternal uncle's marriage. Haha :) That was great experience. But then started the real test. I was like Ihsaan Awasthi of modern day's Taare Zameen Par of my class. I used to give in my 100℅ but the the result used to be just the opposite. Many a times being scolded by teachers in class, my Dad fearing about my future. This continued till 6th standard where we were the senior most and yes, I remember getting appreciation from my English teacher for scoring good marks in class test. Lol. I felt that only English is meant for me. I was zero in mathematics. Though never failed.
We then moved to senior wing and there again the junior most. Listening to the seniors. Attending parades every Saturday's. It's been 6 years that I'm passed out from my school. But I still remember the weekly routine. Monday used to be Combined Assembly, Tuesday uses to be tutorial meetings, Wednesday was the assembly day, Thursday was singing practice day, Friday was for house assembly and Saturday was the parade day. Those were the great days. In fact the best days of life time.
....to be continued.
I remember when I got admission to 4th standard in the year 2001. I cannot recollect all but yes just a glimpse. It were the early days of March and a new chapter of my life was about to start. Though I was a day scholar, so maximum things were not new for me. I knew the teachers and they knew me. I remember skipping my first semester exams to attend my maternal uncle's marriage. Haha :) That was great experience. But then started the real test. I was like Ihsaan Awasthi of modern day's Taare Zameen Par of my class. I used to give in my 100℅ but the the result used to be just the opposite. Many a times being scolded by teachers in class, my Dad fearing about my future. This continued till 6th standard where we were the senior most and yes, I remember getting appreciation from my English teacher for scoring good marks in class test. Lol. I felt that only English is meant for me. I was zero in mathematics. Though never failed.
We then moved to senior wing and there again the junior most. Listening to the seniors. Attending parades every Saturday's. It's been 6 years that I'm passed out from my school. But I still remember the weekly routine. Monday used to be Combined Assembly, Tuesday uses to be tutorial meetings, Wednesday was the assembly day, Thursday was singing practice day, Friday was for house assembly and Saturday was the parade day. Those were the great days. In fact the best days of life time.
....to be continued.
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