Four And A Half Months.
You know what's the most inevitable part of leaving college? You would actually notice every little thing that is happening in and around the campus and might as well say, "Man, I'm gonna miss this!" over and over again daily, eventually it becomes your daily routine. I swear I'm trying not to get all sad and sentimental now. I barely have, what, four and a half months this semester to graduate and to get the hell out of St. Francis. (trust me, all the final year students feel the same)You may say that it is a lot at hand, but I know one thing for sure, time would just fly by, with a blink of an eye. And who would have thought I would start missing my college so much even before I graduate. Yes, I hated my college. Yes, I mocked my teachers. Yes, I've pulled out quite a few pranks et cetera, and in return, this college has given me much more than what I have asked for.
Like the brat I've always been, I got away with almost everything that was as unacceptable as a serious crime at my college, like playing loud music in the class and turning it into a discotheque while the assembly was going on, or provoking my class for a mass bunk, or not submitting assignments on time. (I submitted a certain assignment after a month of the expiry of the deadline) As the first batch of a new course introduced at our college, my class had enjoyed all the pampering and the privileges. Well, that got the rest of the students envying us and of course, there are always the down sides and drawbacks, that is another issue to talk about. Even so, I had the best time, right here, in the college. I can't imagine where else, but at St. Francis I could have spent the finest three years of my life.
It was here that I befriended people who are a part of my extended family. Teachers and batch mates wouldn't question when I introduce a senior/junior of mine to them and tell, "That kid is my sister." Instead they say, "She resembles you, a little." My teachers didn't mind when I sat in senior's/junior's class. (yes, they kicked me out later) I found my inner peace bunking classes and reading books, sitting in one of the corridors while the warmth of the sun makes the place all the more perfect. I also got annoyed when I had to wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning to rush to the college. I cursed under my breath when I had to wait for the RTC buses, which never come on time to the stop, and even if they do come, 9 out of 10 times I had to hang onto the rods as a monkey would, in the crowded bus like a gymnast trying to balance my weight when the driver slams the brakes. The next task is to climb three flights of stairs to get to my class room. Morning workout, check, since the past two and a half years.
Apart from all the complaining and whining, I realized today when hugging my juniors(sisters) that goddamn, I'm gonna miss these people like hell. The day I leave the campus, I won't have to wake up early, don't have to travel all the way in a crammed bus, won't have to get shouted at for not answering the attendance, don't have to stay up all night preparing for exams, and no more girls gossiping, "You know what happened to this girl," I'm so glad about it, yeah, but at the same time, I would miss all of that rush and tension and fun definitely. It is hard to not write this post because I'm not gonna get back these moments when I read books in my cozy corners of the corridors, all the classes bunked to talk about everything and anything in the canteen, the efforts we had put in for the college events, the times when we danced with our teachers and had a flash mob in the class for a birthday girl and scaring the other college folks when asked about the 'bhoot bunglow'. Sigh. This is not going to end here. For the journey has just begun and I've got four and half months more to see what will make me say, "Man, I'm gonna miss this!" And there are more posts where I rant about my college coming up in the next few months.
P.S. Please ignore the sentimental last semester feels.
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It was here that I befriended people who are a part of my extended family. Teachers and batch mates wouldn't question when I introduce a senior/junior of mine to them and tell, "That kid is my sister." Instead they say, "She resembles you, a little." My teachers didn't mind when I sat in senior's/junior's class. (yes, they kicked me out later) I found my inner peace bunking classes and reading books, sitting in one of the corridors while the warmth of the sun makes the place all the more perfect. I also got annoyed when I had to wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning to rush to the college. I cursed under my breath when I had to wait for the RTC buses, which never come on time to the stop, and even if they do come, 9 out of 10 times I had to hang onto the rods as a monkey would, in the crowded bus like a gymnast trying to balance my weight when the driver slams the brakes. The next task is to climb three flights of stairs to get to my class room. Morning workout, check, since the past two and a half years.
Apart from all the complaining and whining, I realized today when hugging my juniors(sisters) that goddamn, I'm gonna miss these people like hell. The day I leave the campus, I won't have to wake up early, don't have to travel all the way in a crammed bus, won't have to get shouted at for not answering the attendance, don't have to stay up all night preparing for exams, and no more girls gossiping, "You know what happened to this girl," I'm so glad about it, yeah, but at the same time, I would miss all of that rush and tension and fun definitely. It is hard to not write this post because I'm not gonna get back these moments when I read books in my cozy corners of the corridors, all the classes bunked to talk about everything and anything in the canteen, the efforts we had put in for the college events, the times when we danced with our teachers and had a flash mob in the class for a birthday girl and scaring the other college folks when asked about the 'bhoot bunglow'. Sigh. This is not going to end here. For the journey has just begun and I've got four and half months more to see what will make me say, "Man, I'm gonna miss this!" And there are more posts where I rant about my college coming up in the next few months.
P.S. Please ignore the sentimental last semester feels.
Soumya
Inavilli
i miss college <3
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