‘Oh God when will I be out of
Do you remember feeling this? I do
and very vividly too. Of-course, I also remember what grown-ups would tell us
at that point.
‘The years spent in schools are
the best years of your life. Don’t be in a hurry to get them over with.’
I would of-course laugh at them.
Fools I thought. What did they know about the pressures of school, studying, homework
and everything else that came along with it? They must have definitely forgotten
what it felt like to be in school. After all they were grown-ups to me. But little
did I realize then that I was the buffoon! Now when I’m a grown-up myself, a
very bad one at that I must add, I understand what they meant. You have no idea
how much I wish to relive my school days, those wonderful carefree days.
I remember reading at the speed of
an express train. The Nancy Drew Series, Hardy Boys, Jane Austen, Charles
Dickens and more. I would keep the books on my lap, hidden from the teachers,
and sometimes finish reading 2 books in a day. Yes, after all the books had to
be passed around. There were others waiting in line. To say it was fun would
just be an understatement.
Basket Ball Tournaments.
Not that I
played for I was obviously very bad at it. In fact the only time I had tried was
also the very last. The ball had hit my nose as I attempted to bounce it. And
that was it between basketball and me in terms of playing. But I loved watching
the matches. Our team was one of the best in town. Also being an all-girls
school, it was during such events that the boys’ schools turned up to support
their favorite girls’ teams. I don’t have to tell you how much that excited us
all during those days. There was a tradition in town, Boys School A would
always support Girls School B and so on. So every year during the tournaments
we would enjoy gawking at the good looking coaches, flirting a little and of-course
losing our voice while supporting our teams.
The school picnics and fetes. Fetes
because of the food, the fun and frolic. Of-course to also see how many of us
were dedicated songs by the boys from the school next door. I know it’s cheesy to
hear now but then we were just little girls in search of our Romeo. Yes, a
lesson on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet didn’t do any good to our very young
hearts at that point of time.
These are the memories that float
in instantly when I think about school. Moreover, as work beckons I only have
time for these many. Maybe I’ll tell you about some of the other memories another
Back to School Memories with theSITSgirls
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post around it or better yet just tell me out here. Go on I’d love to hear.