It was just another day
and I logged onto Facebook to simply browse through the recent updates. One of
the first things that I had noticed was an Invite from my School admin asking
all the past pupils to come join the Alumni meet, 2014.
That’s when I’d realized
that I hadn't visited my Alma Mater in over a year! I was so busy, caught up in
my own little world of TV shows and college friends and assignments that I hadn't visited my school or contacted any of my teachers for so long. And
that’s when I realized how much I had actually missed my school, how much I had
missed walking through those gates, singing Hymns during the mass and secretly
taking the Teacher’s Stairs just for the sake of the thrill.
As I walked through the
familiar gates of my school, I smiled at the bahadur who still remembered me. I
looked around and saw all familiar faces, students from batches before me and
some after me. A warm sense of belonging washed over me, as I gleefully decided
to take the Teacher’s way, which is prohibited to be used by students. But
since I was no longer a student, I took it anyway. Some nuns passed by,
unfamiliar faces. So much has changed over the years.
School days are indeed
the best part of one’s life. It lays the foundation for the virtues and values
you believe in later in your life. It determines the kind of person you would
become. The kind of friendships you make, the things you learn, and not to
mention, the interest you develop then makes you the person you are now.
As I went and took my
seats next to my friends, I noticed some of my teachers sitting on the side.
Memories washed over me, as I remembered the classes I had taken with them and
all the times they punished us for either not having done the homework or
causing some sort of mischief in class, or simply for not plaiting your hair
neatly with a center partition.
I remember saying a
thousand times that I would never go back to my school, that I’d hated it, and
that I never really learnt anything useful or productive there. But when I look
back from the time I left school, I've realized that I have changed a lot as a
person, but what remains intact are the values and virtues my Alma Mater had
instilled in me.
Whether you are from a
convent school or a Hindu-based school or even the school of Islam, schools,
undeniably lay the groundwork of your character and attitude and no matter where
you go and what you achieve, you will always have your school memories to look
back to.
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