“Unforgettable Memories of School Life”
Though each and everyday of my life is remarkable and memorable for me, but still there are some unforgettable memories which would always be at the back of my head i.e. My school days.
Stupid,innocent,honest, dumb, to be specific enough .. a chump and last but not the least, studious … , that’s how I can describe my self when I was in eighth standard of my school (St. Xavier). I was a very studious guy and never got involved in quarrels or any kind of mischief. Never grappled with anyone even if someone bullies me. I was a guy who used to start off crying even if he scores less than 80 % of his marks. My class mates used to have a lot of fun, chuckle around, clatter throughout the day. But all this was not my cup of tea. As days passed by, my mates started teasing me and everyone used to quarrel, as I was the odd man out in the entire class. I was terribly shattered by their behavior. I started hating the class and the school. I used to creep down like a snail while walking towards the school. Somehow I managed to carry on with it and was promoted to the higher standard. Then again throughout the year, I had to face the same trials and tribulations but I never beefed up to the class teachers about this. Then one day, I before I was going to start with my S.S.C classes, I realized that i wasn’t able to brook this anymore. I pondered for hours and hours trying to figure out a solution for this.
Now this was the turning point of my life. I made up my mind that me too will start cherishing the pleasures of school life i.e stupid pranks and mischief. To start off things with, I deliberately stopped completing my homework. Teachers all of a sudden were shocked to no extent. I started teasing my classmates by their dad’s name. I became so notorious that after teasing students, I started off with teasing the teachers as well. My science teacher was fed up with me. Even if anyone else used to be the culprit but it was me who was held responsible for it. My calender was full of red remarks and complains with duplicate signatures of my parents. I was pretty good at copying anyone’s writing. I used to enlight the environment of the class with noise, chuckles and clatter. I proved to be a nuisance to the entire class. I got lethargic in attending the lectures, so I used to bunk the lectures once I used to get bored. Now the circumstances were totally upside down. Every one started bragging about my dare delivery and jovialness. But as usual, I never used to buy their crap. I was a guy living in his own world. My feet never went off the ground. Now it was my time to make the life dance on my tunes. I never studied and concentrated on my examinations. And the day came when I failed in three subjects of my prelims. My kith and kins, all were quite worried about me. I was severely warned by my principal and my class teacher. My parents also started passing on long sermons to me. I really pondered that my career is at stake if I continue doing the same. I realized the hundreds of sacrifices made by my family to give me the best they can. Only one month was left at my disposal to prepare myself for the examinations. It was that day when I turned over a new leaf. I burnt the midnight oil and strived hard to complete my syllabus as early as possible. There was a fear that gripped me day and night. The fear was of failure. I never wanted to belie the hopes … my family had from me. I was repenting for the loss. But repentance was not the way to move out of the midst of difficulties, where I was stranded alone. I appeared for my exams quite confidently. The day of results declaration had come. I started abusing myself saying that I was a dunce, a freakin dolt, an egghead who devastated his career with his own hands. Then when I saw the results, I couldn’t believe that my hard work paid off in the end. I was so delighted to see that I had cleared the examinations… that too with 74.66 %. My family and all my classmates were quite happy for me. My school teachers kept mum, they were speechless after taking a look at my result. Today, I crave to travel back in my same school days. The sharing of tiffins, quarrels over not helping out in the exams, punishment by teachers, kneeling down outside the class for the entire lecture, the care and love when someone used to get hurt whilst playing, the candies of canteen etc. I miss my mates from all within my heart, school premises, the playground and of course ..My teachers, whom I troubled a lot.These are the most memorable days of my life .. which will be at the back of my mind till I breathe the last breath of this eventful journey of life.