Welcome again! This is Guhan. I was just thinking what to post and suddenly got this story. This happened in one of those days back in my high schooling.
Before I tell you this story, I would like to tell you the incident of how I got to the first bench.
I went to school on the first day. There were two staircases to the top floor. There was my class. The two staircases were meant for boys and girls separately. I took the opposite gender on, the GIRLS'. But as there weren't many girls, it was not a matter at all. I went and sat in a class randomly. I didn't even know what class I belonged. I simply went to a class and sat in a bench which had been placed third from the back which exactly was the middle bench of the boys. Then came my teacher, THE BOTANY SIR. He ordered us to Stand in a line according to our heights. I stood fifth. But you know one thing?, I always like to be in the front . So I took up my friend's position to the fourth place. The biggest mistake of all. Then the sir made the first four sit in the first bench. So, I got in that bench for two long years. He is a guy who beats the first bench guys for no good reasons. I abhor it. But still I sat in the same spot.
So, the relapse: It was a Botany period and he always expects us to write whatever he teaches. But I hate doing that. Well, that is not the part of the story. I was sitting in the first bench and my friend did not bring his Rough note that day. So I lent him my Mathematics Fair note and asked him to write in the backside. As he was teaching, he turned the note papers and found that it really was a fair note of mine.
He then said to my friend, "Why are you writing it on the backside? Write in the front."
I was not gonna allow my friend do that. So I protested. He said him to and I said him not to.
It went like this : "Write" said he with a high pitched voice.
"Don't" said I in a lower tone. This ran for three times and finally he hit me hard on my back head. I always had been allergic to that. I hated it the most. So I shouted. Not like "AHHHHHHH...!!!" but like "ahhhh.."
I asked, " Why are you hitting me on my head? Don't do that...". I was protesting hard.
He didn't tell anything further. The next scene of this story, I am outta the class. I was scared or one thing. The VP!. If that VP comes for a round and finds me standing outside, she would just keep on Blabbering about my studies. So I stood there sobbing. I was angry and at the same time a bit worried and also scared. The whole period went with me standing out. But luckily, the VP didn't show up. The magic sound roared to life; teacher came out; allowed me in. Then he didn't do that hit thing after that incident but finally went for it once during the end of school. But that's okay. I should feel happy for the whole year just not to worry about the one which I got on the school end.
So I got to know a thing that day. Protest, no matter what...! I think this is what I got to know. Well, maybe not. I learned not to yell at teachers in schools. But now I need not keep that. 'Cause, I am not a school student anymore.
I am the COLLEGE GUY...!
And one more thing, don't hit me on my head.
So, see you guys with another story of mine.
Until then it is Guhan Slamming the door.
Before I tell you this story, I would like to tell you the incident of how I got to the first bench.
I went to school on the first day. There were two staircases to the top floor. There was my class. The two staircases were meant for boys and girls separately. I took the opposite gender on, the GIRLS'. But as there weren't many girls, it was not a matter at all. I went and sat in a class randomly. I didn't even know what class I belonged. I simply went to a class and sat in a bench which had been placed third from the back which exactly was the middle bench of the boys. Then came my teacher, THE BOTANY SIR. He ordered us to Stand in a line according to our heights. I stood fifth. But you know one thing?, I always like to be in the front . So I took up my friend's position to the fourth place. The biggest mistake of all. Then the sir made the first four sit in the first bench. So, I got in that bench for two long years. He is a guy who beats the first bench guys for no good reasons. I abhor it. But still I sat in the same spot.
So, the relapse: It was a Botany period and he always expects us to write whatever he teaches. But I hate doing that. Well, that is not the part of the story. I was sitting in the first bench and my friend did not bring his Rough note that day. So I lent him my Mathematics Fair note and asked him to write in the backside. As he was teaching, he turned the note papers and found that it really was a fair note of mine.
He then said to my friend, "Why are you writing it on the backside? Write in the front."
I was not gonna allow my friend do that. So I protested. He said him to and I said him not to.
It went like this : "Write" said he with a high pitched voice.
"Don't" said I in a lower tone. This ran for three times and finally he hit me hard on my back head. I always had been allergic to that. I hated it the most. So I shouted. Not like "AHHHHHHH...!!!" but like "ahhhh.."
I asked, " Why are you hitting me on my head? Don't do that...". I was protesting hard.
He didn't tell anything further. The next scene of this story, I am outta the class. I was scared or one thing. The VP!. If that VP comes for a round and finds me standing outside, she would just keep on Blabbering about my studies. So I stood there sobbing. I was angry and at the same time a bit worried and also scared. The whole period went with me standing out. But luckily, the VP didn't show up. The magic sound roared to life; teacher came out; allowed me in. Then he didn't do that hit thing after that incident but finally went for it once during the end of school. But that's okay. I should feel happy for the whole year just not to worry about the one which I got on the school end.
So I got to know a thing that day. Protest, no matter what...! I think this is what I got to know. Well, maybe not. I learned not to yell at teachers in schools. But now I need not keep that. 'Cause, I am not a school student anymore.
I am the COLLEGE GUY...!
And one more thing, don't hit me on my head.
So, see you guys with another story of mine.
Until then it is Guhan Slamming the door.
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