I miss school.January 04, 2008
Another year whizzes by. 2007 was a year to remember, a year that has left me wiser in more ways than one. 2007 was my year, a year that wil...
Another year whizzes by. 2007 was a year to remember, a year that has left me wiser in more ways than one. 2007 was my year, a year that will leave a very deep impact for more reasons than one. A year that I will love, a year that I will remember and a year that will make me go "what were you thinking?!". But what I'll miss most about 2007 was school.
The beginning of an end. School. 15 years of memories came to an end this 2007. From the hazy memories of preschool (Where I would watch other kids cry for their mommies with an expression of great amusement) to elementary school, where we would fight tooth and nail to be 'class leader', and the chosen ones would even 'mind the class' during lunch break (we later came to know that this way, they wouldn't have to eat the thayir saadham that their mummies had packed for them as they were in pursuit of discipline. And their mummies would look at them as though they had just led the Indian Army into battle or something.) Elementary school was also when we all got nicknames. Be it 'bad boy Vinod' or 'kutti krithikka' or 'cartoon shilpa'. The heights of wit, yeah? Our greatest obstacle in life was mathematics. Especially that 2 digit multiplication. I vividly remember my 2nd standard class teacher (useless as she was) suddenly giving us a 'multiplication test'. The question I got was '88 x 8' and frankly I was stumped. They were very big numbers to the average 7 year old. And I blinked a lot ( I didn't think much of multiplication then, so I had never practised my times tables) and she called me a "maramanndai" (wooden head person, which basically implied that I was a dunce) in front of everyone. I may have not known the tables but I did know what public humiliation was. And hell, I was GIRL! No one calls girls names! That day I vowed to learn tables in and out. Although, come to think of it, that day I had ice-cream (the coolest ice cream then too, chocobar) and called my teacher the unthinkable (at that time), namely 'loosu'. But then again, the lesson I learned was not 'learn tables in order to prevent humiliation' but 'if your teacher screams at you, have ice cream and call her a couple of names, you'll feel much better'. I know, I'm most wisdomous. I see her sometimes, whenever I go to the primary block and every time I do, my head automatically calculates 88 x 8 = 704. I smile whenever I think of that and she thinks I'm smiling at her and smiles back. Oh well.
Middle school was no better - we thought ourselves to be the heights of cool - playing truth or dare, 'teasing' and that absurd 10 names game. Bottomline was that we were far away from cool, waaay far. My favourite memory of middle school is my maths centum in the 8th standard final exam. I got a 68 in english and 100 in math (my marks are usually the other way round). I remember my class teacher telling me that she checked the papers around 3 times to make sure she didn't switch grades or something. I don't mind that English mark. I can score anytime, but that centum gave me such a high. I had achieved perfection,and even my maths teacher was appalled. "You got centum? you?!". Yes I did, and there is nothing you can do about it. (I was not a favourite, I used to sleep in class and submit incomplete work. But I studied for my final.)
High school, wow, High school. This is was character building stuff. The journey to maturity was not short, we passed through so many things, from 'pen games' to 'boy-girl games' to 'derrty jokes'. Junior College gave way to class politics and pointless power games and dating (which I can strongly say I never tried in school. Never).
Main School gave me a chance to start over again, and chances like those are rare. I was quite a favourite among the teachers (Yes, I know, I'm nauseating.). But my favourite was Mrs.SS, my math teacher in the 12th. She was brilliant, she's the reason I still have my 12th standard maths textbook. She demystified calculus for me, from scratch. 3 weeks before the boards. I had missed all my calculus classes thanks to the cultural hopping and would blink in her classes. Trignometric substitution and definite integrals drove me nuts. And that dreaded 'miscellaneous exercise' gave me nightmares. The sum I hated most was ∫tanx^4dx. Ugh, I still remember getting that 'kozhi muttai' (ZERO) in that sum in my half yearlies. But I know that sum now, I think.
School was something special to me, it made me believe that the world was a comfy place where everyone would be friendly. So much for that. The real world, well, sucks ya.
Now playing: Chris Daughtry - Feels Like Tonight