Missing the days of my High-school

I met a school friend today while I was riding back home after renting a DVD from the video library. We were never friends in school; just a “HI/Bye” and a “Smile”, but unfortunately fortunately unfortunately we are friends now. We did meet a year ago in one of the social network communities and just sat in each other’s friends’ list and of course searched for more school friends in each other’s profiles, but never took concern to talk. Today we did, why? Maybe because it was long since we’ve seen each other? Or maybe we are fit to be friends? Or maybe just for the heck of it like that? How nice to see you again! Well this person seemed to know a lot about me, surprising! It was quite a formal conversation at first, “How are you”? “How’s life?” “Long time no see” “What more” (????) etc. I almost controlled my yawns. After a few more listless boring questions and answers we swiftly moved onto the topic “School days”.

Oh, how much I miss the days of my high-school. I still remember the day when I joined the new school kick-starting my 6^th grade, how people stared me in the face while I walked, my class teacher who welcomed me and how skeptical I was at making new friends. And this friend of mine I met today was along with me in the school CHOIR (Funny thing is that I don’t remember). We together performed and made a habit to sing and equally tried to impress our singing teacher because she had bag full of compliments which she often scattered about to the ones who sang really well. I always find it agreeable when someone shows fondness towards me so I tried to be the best. At the moment, I genuinely don’t remember any of her compliments, not because I didn’t get any but my memory doesn’t go that far back. We tried to find the tune of my School Anthem and tried to recollect the lyrics. We sang together and corrected each other with the lyrics, which made every passersby look at us like we were begging for something. Funny that is. I wanted to go back to school, meet my friends every day, share lunch and snacks with them, play sports( I don’t play though), participate in a quiz, study well(which is extremely difficult, I know!). The list seems to be without an end. I want to follow the list above if I ever get a chance to get back to school. I had a different list on the whole, it goes like this:

• Late to school, pay fine.
• Sleep at math class
• Never played sports
• Draw circles in biology class work book instead of DIAGRAMS
• Completing homework in school
• Borrow books from other classes
• Never knew where the library was located until 10^th grade
• Chew gum and make bubbles when teacher shows her back to the class while writing on the black board. Etc

I know this list is pretty awful and ridiculous to believe that I was so bad at school, but yet I maintained harmony with teachers and never gave them a chance to yell at me or punish me. But when I was in 9^th grade I was mature enough and tried not to be well known for bad reasons. My friend and I also spoke about some of the best teachers of our school, in fact praised them for being so nice while the rest were kept within narrowly specific limits and never let us act beyond the hard-and-fast rules. I was also reminded that I always partook in dance competitions, like a lot which actually made me laugh foolishly. I used to wait after school and practiced dancing and honestly I never liked to wait for an extra class to learn math or any other subject (basically I sucked at math). So, you by now must have figured out how important dancing for me was more than studies. I also learnt that some of my school friends have started their career in different fields. One thing that surprised me was, there were people who were in the acting field and some of them are “MODELS”. That’s nice! I mean sometimes there’s a feeling in me that I passed my 12^th grade yesterday but time runs so fast.

There is so much to write about my school but I don’t want this post to be a lullaby lyrics or something of the sort. As soon as I got back home I untied a stack of old books and searched for my personal diary. I did write a lot when I was a kid, scribbled all the best and the worst things of my life with 1000’s of spelling mistakes which made me ROFL. I just want to make known the feelings of how I miss those cute days of my life. I hate the feeling of being reminded by the inescapable truth that those days can’t come back, never. But, there is still a favorable set of circumstances to get those memories refreshed and to smile at the things I did in school.

Am sure most of you do!