School Life

School is the place that most of us join crying, and also, leave crying. And in both the cases, not only are we two completely different version of ourselves but also our memories, emotions and purpose of shedding tears are different.

For me, school wasn't just a place or institution for education, it was a feeling. It was a haven where I could be MYSELF. I was a girl who used to shed buckets full of tears invariably EVERYDAY at the beginning because my parents had admitted me to this place by the name of SCHOOL, without my permission. Well now I figure out that since I had to face so many unknown people in an unknown environment all of a sudden might have made me feel all lost and confused. And yes, crying was the only way I could find to express my mental agitation!

Years started passing by, friendships were made, contacts were lost, teachers scolded, went for trips, participated in programs.... The list never ends. All of this seems so lost and untouchable when we pass out and this place is no longer our regular destination, which had been so for nearly 14 good years of our lives.

Certain memories of my school are worth mentioning because whoever from my batch will be reading this, they will surely be able to relate to them : We had (and still have) a certain Ma'am Roy who we were EXTREMELY terrified of when we were in the junior section. In fact i had never even seen her giving us a smile when we were little. You want to know whether we are still frightened to death? Not at all. She smiles and laughs and congratulated us so heartily after we came out with flying colours in our final year.

The quadrennial event SPECTRUM was hell of an event. It meant an entire year of having your syllabus reduced to half, dancing, eating and growing fat!

Requiring to know special techniques to stay physically present in class but not mentally - keeping a story book under the desk and reading it while periodically raising your head and studying the situation prevailing in class, taking out a lose sheet and gossiping with your friends by writing down conversations, hiding your head behind the girl in front and daydreaming about what you will be wearing for saraswati puja and your farewell party. Thanks to the first benchers though for being extra attentive and answering majority of the answers!

Although we HATED it when any of our beloved teacher scolded us and considered them ' too much', we slowly realise that we want it back all over again because no matter how bitter it seemed then, the intention behind being that ' too much' was actually so sweet. Those lunch breaks with our friends when we all used to gather together irrespective of which stream we were in, we want them back again. Those travel stories that we listened to with rapt attention more than our actual syllabus which our geography teacher narrated, we want to listen to them over and over again. Fighting with your sibling isn't as fun as those fights that you had with other girls and boys just to preserve a seat for your best friend during the bus rides for any trip.

Often I wonder what I had become if I had not gone to school and met such wonderful people. I came in as a 4 year old, and passed out as a 17 year old. Although the end of our school life means the beginning of another aspect of life, we can no longer enjoy 'Children's Day' by being all silly and carefree the way we used to, even though we are still a child at heart. It's just that we all have grown physically.

When you look at your class 1's class photograph, can you believe that you were such a tiny human once? Did you ever imagine that you would be growing up so much one day? Remember when we were kids and we couldn't wait to grow up? Now that all those golden days are behind us, from crying on the first day to crying on the last day, we all have really grown up.

P. S. - The above formation was made by us, students of batch 2019, on the last day of our exam. :)