I did have to get back on school days. The same morning chores
love me so much they stick to me, and I stick to them. I stepped into the
school bus, to step into school. Sleep was incoming, my desire to sleep was
also incoming, so I took the call. Sleeping in the school bus is very hard,
because you need to decide whether you want to get into deep sleep, or have a
eye out on the stop. I did wake up on time, and go to school, now with my sleep
completed.
School greeted me with a generous couple of free classes. Those
free classes are wasted (yes, that's what me, a student calls it. Shocking,
right?) by me and my group of friends playing 'Auction', in which we use
imaginary money to make imaginary squads(imagination is good, right?). While
Messi was going twice for a million, simultaneously our Mathematics teacher was
planning a test for us. She did not take it though, but she was going to take
it sometime else. Yes, next class was the Maths class. We buckled up, and sat
in astonishment, thinking how to solve this problem; but the scholars were
already over with that problem, and a 100 others. Some people can't get sums,
and some can't get enough of them.
It was break time, and I was hungry (when am I not). I jumped in
line for canteen food, and got myself a packet of noodles. Went back to class,
hogged on the other lunch boxes around, and filled up my stomach (I could eat
more though). There went the bell, and it was Economics time. Well, not
exactly. We did not study at all, instead the teacher gave the period free and
my friends and I ended up playing auction again. After this class, I did have
another class free (I know what you're thinking, I sit free all day. Well I
don't.) But the auction sadly had to come to an end, as the accounting teacher
does not tolerate any misbehaviour, and the auctioneers and the auction
conductor were asked to get to their respective stations (and I mean desks).
After a class of awkward silence, we moved on to biology. These days Biology
class is basically on uses of drugs. People present one chapter of the unit
each. I was done with mine, so now I can ruin other presentations. The
presenters do make it easy, as the whole Power Point is only information that
they have copied from the net. After ruining the project of others, you do get
some personal satisfaction (I do).
The end of the day was near, and the last two classes were here.
We begin the end by English, where we explored the world of descriptive
writing. Holding my half broken pencil, I looked around the un-arranged class
of boys and girls. Looking at them struggling to write anything, their hands
trembling with fear and nervousness, I did notice me writing this, and I
realized that I do have some kind of edge. With the English teacher bidding us
farewell, my favourite class was here. Physical Education (I call it Football
class). We rushed down, dodging everyone in our way, taking our positions, and
playing as well as we can. My team won, and the bell rang. That marked the end
of the day, and the end of a day's struggle. I sat on my bus seat, relieved.
And then I was home.
I usually skip lunch every afternoon, because even before I'm
hungry, I'm fast asleep(I don't sleep at night). The afternoon is always sleep,
and I am not awake before 6 PM. In the evening, I woke up and try to remember
about any homework assignment which I had to submit the next day. After an
hour, I do my assignments, and I'm sitting on my couch, just doing nothing and
wasting my time. And soon, the obvious happens. I'm hungry. I enjoy my dinner
with chicken gravy and Roti's. I had a mini Toblerone to sooth myself, as you
may already know. It was sleeping time, I was all cosy in bed, and went to
sleep after an AIB podcast.
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