Wow its been almost three weeks since I posted my last blog. I had gotten busy after my final term exams and distracted by a school trip to a remote campsite in India. Getting a stable connection there is tricky. Of course it would be, when there are more than forty students fighting to upload their latest story on Snapchat.
After the short vacation I had to get back to school. The final year of my school life was about to begin. Expectations ran high in every peer. Every teacher was anxious to race through with their portions. It wasn't exactly chaos but it was quite a spectacle to watch the class proceed, pretending that nothing has changed.
Surely many have gone through this traumatic experience. Our new English teacher wanted us students to introduce ourselves with our name, our hometown and something special about us. At first, none of knew the answer to that. Something special? The first thing that went to my head was "something weird". When it came to my turn, I said my full name, my hometown but for the special part i struggled. No, not because i didn't believe i was special. I am going to go ahead and be modest about the fact that I have many special things about me. But at the time, none of them came to my head. Instead i muttered on how I am believed to have the fairest tone of skin in the entire school. Sure, it brought a few laughs, but that wasn't what i wanted to say and i hate myself for that. I could have said that
a) I write a blog,
b) I prefer the company of domestic pets to most human beings,
c) I am an extensive reader,
d) I love to criticize movies than be amazed by the absurd digital effects and screenplay.
I hate it so much that I stutter sometimes when i speak, especially to people I am most comfortable around.
After the short vacation I had to get back to school. The final year of my school life was about to begin. Expectations ran high in every peer. Every teacher was anxious to race through with their portions. It wasn't exactly chaos but it was quite a spectacle to watch the class proceed, pretending that nothing has changed.
Surely many have gone through this traumatic experience. Our new English teacher wanted us students to introduce ourselves with our name, our hometown and something special about us. At first, none of knew the answer to that. Something special? The first thing that went to my head was "something weird". When it came to my turn, I said my full name, my hometown but for the special part i struggled. No, not because i didn't believe i was special. I am going to go ahead and be modest about the fact that I have many special things about me. But at the time, none of them came to my head. Instead i muttered on how I am believed to have the fairest tone of skin in the entire school. Sure, it brought a few laughs, but that wasn't what i wanted to say and i hate myself for that. I could have said that
a) I write a blog,
b) I prefer the company of domestic pets to most human beings,
c) I am an extensive reader,
d) I love to criticize movies than be amazed by the absurd digital effects and screenplay.
I hate it so much that I stutter sometimes when i speak, especially to people I am most comfortable around.
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