THE SPOOKY FIRST YEAR
My admittance into the intermediate level or the high school level itself was a swift from my unvarying life. I was last on the list to get myself in. It looked like I was thrust into a dissimilar planet where everything looked similar except the alone me. About 80 sparking eyes glared at one paired eyes, at the moment I couldn’t stand the gaze-shut my eyes and told myself-“What on earth am I doing here?” Then opened my eyes followed by a fake smile on my face as I broke in. I tracked down on an empty bench and sat. Then I realized that I had interrupted an already commenced class. I found the staff very amiable but on the other hand it took me a week time to start up a conversation with my classmates. Everything apparently felt as a piece of cake except for managing with my other bench mates. I had to muddle with the crowd as I realized that there is no other possible way and then gradually I found myself a group of three or four. Everything seemed as humdrum as my first day but I got myself adapted to it. Exams kept me busy of course which kept interrupting my bland school life. Finally am done with my first dreadful year. My vacation didn’t seem that very dis interesting. I made a couple of friends with whom I could easily blend with. Those two months of vacation fall into my memories.
Just before my second year mustered i executed that even then its a new year its all going to be the same for me except for that in the books. I got myself mentally processed for the new academic year.
THE ADMISSIBLE SECOND YEAR
As the day arrived I got myself prepared to look at the same wearisome faces. I knew that I couldn’t expect anything much more than the previous year. A self realization struck me that I shouldn’t keep myself mum as I would have to confront with dissimilar people at my nearest future. Classes commenced, I struggled to make myself look conventional and happier. New set of people walked into my class first as my classmates than row mates and then lately bench mates too. I managed getting along with them and tried hard to blend with them. I couldn’t completely yet it was manageable. My second year didn’t appear as boring as the previous year. Academically too I had renovated than the previous year. Immature and inane fights kept interrupting in between. Lately I was disturbed by some external forces which brought fear within me. But soon I managed to lead on through my personal life, HE WHO kept motivating me every time I fell back.
The second year got over as a lickety-split. I any how managed to get a reputable score.
As the parting time arrived I waved goodbye to my college and companions.
Though I don’t fancy my intermediate days it has taught me many more lessons of my life. It has turned an immature me into a fully-fledged and a matured being.
Thanks a lot BSAJC.
