It was the first change. The first change in my life at the
age of around 10 years. Changing my school for my growth, my betterment. The
curiosity level was at its peak. Thousands of questions were buzzing around my
mind about the school I was to join. But thanks to mom and dad, they were
patiently answering all my questions and did assure me that it would not be
difficult at all.
That first day! Dad came to drop me and signaled all the
best to me. When your loved ones are there with you at every step you climb
things become much easier. The school I was supposed to join belonged to one of
my relatives. So I at least felt a sense of belonging towards it. I peeped in
every class to search for a board of Standard 5th. It was towards
the end of the foyer. I, totally nervous, taking small steps headed to classroom;
stood at the door and had a glimpse of whole classroom. There was a lot of
chaos and every student was occupied with some or the other work. There are lots
of things that can make you uncomfortable at first day of your school. I
ignoring every noise and activity occupied my seat and tried to make myself
comfortable. Day started, teachers came and went, each of them asking new entrants
about their introduction with only eagerness to know about their previous
school and marks scored. It was tough for me to shift from a state board to
central board school. I knew everything was going to be tough without any tuition.
I then managed myself to talk to some girls and befriended
some. It wasn’t a tough job because I had
been always an extrovert. The days went by. The most dreadful time came in any
students’ life and those were the days of exams! I was not-so-competitor type personality.
I knew it was going to be difficult because I hardly could understand the new
teaching methods, the new concepts, and the new system. Still I appeared and
knew I was going to flunk in few subjects. The nail biting day came when all
teachers announced the marks; I managed to get a decent score except in Math. That
teacher insulted me in front of whole class claiming that I wasn’t even able to
solve a basic sum. I cried. Cried a lot. No one in my life till now had
insulted me.
The only people who can feel what you are going through are your
parents. They tried to console me and told me to work hard for my next exam. And
my parents have had always taught me that
actions speak louder than words. I was to show my math teacher that I could do best in his subject. I really work very hard, from text book sums to reference book sums I left no stone unturned in achieving good grades in that subject. Finally mid-semester exams came. To my delight, I could solve each and every sum of math. The results were in. It is said that fear and joy both expand in extremes. This time it was my joy, because I scored 100 out of 100 in math, and that teacher who insulted me, appreciated me in front of whole class. He told me that I was the only student to have improved so much, from flunking to scoring cent marks in my weakest subject. Oh my God, I felt like jumping and dancing, I wasn’t able to hide my smile.
actions speak louder than words. I was to show my math teacher that I could do best in his subject. I really work very hard, from text book sums to reference book sums I left no stone unturned in achieving good grades in that subject. Finally mid-semester exams came. To my delight, I could solve each and every sum of math. The results were in. It is said that fear and joy both expand in extremes. This time it was my joy, because I scored 100 out of 100 in math, and that teacher who insulted me, appreciated me in front of whole class. He told me that I was the only student to have improved so much, from flunking to scoring cent marks in my weakest subject. Oh my God, I felt like jumping and dancing, I wasn’t able to hide my smile.
That day, felt me with optimism and felt like I had reborn
in that school as a new ranker, as a new competitor.
Kayi school hati?
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