School life is the best moment of one's life. Without any tension and headache we grew up. School is like a place where we have our second home. So here i am sharing my experience with everyone.
With tears and fear in my eyes i went to school for the first time. My school name was St.Michael's High School. It was really a big school. I was wearing half pant and half shirt as my uniform. As i entered my class , I found damn it is a new year and all are stranger to me. Then i saw few boys running together , talking , playing. I was surprised how did they made friends within a few seconds. Later in another few minutes i realised that secret. Because i also evidenced the fact. Teachers came. All my teachers were ugly , strict and was resembling like those lady villains with cruel voice. But on that day i learnt that never judge a book by its cover. They were extremely calm and sweet. They talked very sweetly. I found m y mother in them. Then suddenly we all try to become good students. But latter we knew that bad and naughty students are more famous and acknowledged by teachers than good people. However, i was very late to recognise it. Till then i was very good boy in the school, studious and in good books of teachers.
And my life changed sudden ly when i went to class 11th it was another period of school life. In class 11th we were encountered by many people from other school. We were cbse students and the others which were doped with us icse. Intially icse students performed better than cbse students in unit test. But cbse students taught icse students their place. About 3 months , all the children doped from other schools were becomig friends and adjusting to the environment. But then there were few studnets from different school which were seemed to me like aliens.
Those were girls from Notre Dame and st. Joseph convent's girl. Our campus was like a battle ground. It was divided in 3 parts – Damians , Josephites and others.
If one would go to the area where few damians were there, he would find another country there. Its like we have left our country and settled in foreign country. The scent , the language everything change there. But i being the michaelite, we store our english knowledge for examinations. And there was fountain of english flowing there. I ran away before i drown in that fountain.
One could see the world war 3 and 4 together if mam asked the pronountation of one word. Josephite has one pronountiatin and Damians have other. In the middle struck pitty michaelite who just mind the meaning.
I came to sit with one josephite. I learnt new things. All my indian habits were demolishing. We indians belive that when we sneeze whole michael's should know. So we sneeze with full force. But that girl taught me to sneeze like its not been there.
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