The First Class

So, I came to the first academic session of my year. And just before I cud geta grip, I was told dat my shoes were not allowed @ NSN 'cos there had to be uniformity in the attire of the students (which by the way consisted of a navy blue shirt, a dark blue pant and a platic fibre belt). I had spent more than 300 bucks on my new shoes and now I had to buy a new geeky pair.

Great and then I had to learn a prayer in sanskrit language which I cudnt understand @ all. So the prayers finished and we headed for class. My first class happened to be English. The teacher was great except dat she was a bit loud and outspoken.And by outspoken, I mean no one cud talk to her without being rebuked and made fun of.

But, wat the heck, all teachers turned out to be the same. Our physics teacher was termed as our class teacher (That means she was made responsible for our behaviour, for all those who dont know). She turned out to be great except that she was a bit irritable. Our Mathematics teacher was also a bit outspoken. Her First advice to us:"I want my students to be outstanding, and not outstanders". A bit clichéd but nevertheless ok. She was also really short. At just above five feet, she really had us stunned by her impeccable English. And she was our only teacher who wasnt married yet.

My most awaited class was about to begin and I already started being dreaming of being proficient in it. Just then the teacher entered. I was really suprised to see an old sir who looked to be in his 60's as our professor. But, it really turned out to be the best class of the day. The proffessor was friendly, jovial and had a raspy voice.

The next class was computer science. It was good in parts as the teacher
cudnt speak English properly. By the time she left, most of the class was in splits.But the worst class of the day turned out to be CHEMISTRY.

The teacher was boring and the her voice made even the most consious of us unconsious with sleep.

So overall, it was a mixed day. My next post wud be on the first tests and the classes leading to it.

My first day @ school

My sister had told me that since dis was a much more famed school, it wud be a whole lot stricter. So I waited for sum really gruelling classes. But then YEEEEOWWWWWW, boy , Was dat prediction wrong.

I mean NSN and STRICT were words that are totally not in the same wavelength. I made new friends and met sum others who were frm my old school. My entire first day was spent just talking abt ourselves, abt out previous schools, abt the marks we got in our boards. The nerds spent the day decidedly enquiring abt the new nerds and thinking abt how to beat everyone else in studies. The cool kids enquired abt possible addition to their cool gang and the girls spent their time talking abt accessories, bangles and other girly stuff but the whole class spent most of the time teasing everyone else. This school wasnt strict. It was COOL with a capital C. No corporal punishment, no teacher spying on students, and the canteen was absolutely gr8. We cud enter whichever class we wanted during recess and der was no none to say the word which in my previous school was used as frequently as walking: NO.

WHOHOOOOOOOOOO

It was a gr8 feeling and I still remember it as it was yesterday. We chatted for wat seemed like a few minutes and the school day was over. Just after I had packed up (All I brought was a notebook which didnt take a lot of time to be found ), I heard sumthing over the Public Announcement System(PAS). We acually had to stand inline and be silent like little kids. So much 4 a cool school huh?

But hey, I cudnt expect everything to be perfect, cud I? So dat was my first day @ school.. I went home hoping that the next day(which according to teachers was whenclasses wud start) would be as good as this one.

June 2006:

I was waiting for it.It seemed to take a long time before my turn for the interview came. I was to be interviewed 4 the admission to my new school, NSN. I had just passed my tenth boards with good marks(I thought they were good). Then my turn came. I went in to be faced with an old lady who,in all probability, was very young at heart as her generous dose of makeup revealed. She introduced herself as the academic supervisor of the institution. She asked me abt my name and my marks(most probably to know my English speaking ability). She then began a small lecture on the various laurels won by the school and at the sametime instructed me to live up to the name of the School. I was then asked about my goals. Frankly speaking I had no idea of what to reply. So I just said a few fancy lines about high aims and all that sort of stuff.

And my interview was just about over when the lady gave me a rude shock. She told me that as I had applied late, I could not be admitted into the French class and would have to pick Tamil as my second language. As soon as I heard that I thought someone just thumped the air out of my lungs. I hated Tamil,not as a language but as a subject I had to study. It was the prime reason for me not having got an A+ grade. I was shocked and left gasping for words. I pleaded with her that I had to study French to improve my grades but the old lady just refused. And that made me reconsider my decision to join the new school.You may have guessed that French was the most important reason for me to join NSN. My siblings consoled me saying that it was ok if I didnt get French but I would get better grades in my other subjects. But I was inconsolable. I just wasnt looking at the fact that I had to study something I didnt like but more than that I had to put up two years of knowing that I was an average student in a subject.UUGHHHH. I made up my mind that I wont. And I told my family I wont be going to the new school. Just then my elder brother told me that my decision did not matter. I was furious. My anger subsided as the days went by(I still had a week b4 my school started). As they say "Time is a great healer". I started praying for a miracle to happen. I would pray night and day before going to bed and after I woke up. And the week just went by......

So I returned to the school for the first day of the academic year 2006-2007. Iwas very apprehensive about the new school. My parents had told me about how to behave in the new school as this one was bigger than my previous school(St.Sebastian's). I jumped off my dad's bike in a light pink shirt and a black pant. Many of the kids just stared at me cos they were mostly wearing the school uniform. I just went in and joined the kids in looking for their classrooms. I found my name in the list of XII D. So I asked for the line belonging to the class and I was shown. I just stood there and waved bye to my Dad. I met a guy by the name of Raj and engaged myself in useless chatter. As I chatted away, the stern voice of a lady came flying over the sea of students asking us to be quiet. So silence fell. For a second that is. A teacher(who I later found out to be my class teacher) was walking along the line saying to each student his second language. I disappointedly waited for her to come near me and say Tamil and plunge me into sadness. She came near me and asked for my name. I gave her mine and to which she replied fainty 'French'. I thought she had mistaken my name for someone else's. So I asked in a higher voice what she just said. This time she replied loudly "FRENCH". I couldnt believe my ears and asked her one more time. This time she irritatedly shouted "FRENCH".

WWWWOOOOWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEE.

My prayers had been answered. I was a French student. YYYIPPPEEEEE. I felt on top of the world. I had got a great school with my favourite subject.