The school I left - an unforgettable phase!!

About 2 years back, I changed my school. The school which felt us like Havoc to attend, the school where standing on the ground just to pretend our engrossment in listening principal's speech, where faking our headache and consequently collapsing on the ground just to escape from P.T. and march past turned out to be a part of our routine, where bunking the class felt easier than attending geography and maths classes, it was the same school we bid goodbye with tears in our eyes, with heart only filled of gratitude towards what our school gave us and not ignoring the fact we are drifting apart from our friends. And for many, their best friends.

Friends with whom our school life was not less than a bliss, friends with whom getting punishment together felt like our solo party, where getting failed felt miserable but with best friend sailing upon the same boat was not less than an achievement. Where even ugly fights among us realised us the important of that dumbass friend without whom our life would be just like Mr. Bean( a wide smile with hollow heart) Where going to a washroom was not less than a trip when with our best friend. Where sharing laughters, joys, smiles and even tears got us stuck with each other.

When I say I miss my school, that means I miss those completely insane monsters that made my school life an unforgettable journey of my life. And of course my school.

I would not be lying by saying that all of us (my batchmates) were drained out studying in a Convent School. Since being a student of convent school, there were endless restrictions, right from the length of our skirt ( below the knees was mandatory) , two ponytails else we must  find ourselves excluded from the queue. No mehandi during festivals, applying lip balm and kajal called us to be models(though we enjoyed hearing that), speaking in Hindi felt like a crime.  

Our sports shoes were never white and so the chalks were never cleaned. Those every day small events and functions proved to be dopamine for all of us.

The list does not end here. There are more but I am not counting. I am not complaining about my school but the things which used to drain us then have now become memories to recall and laugh upon. The teachers whom we used to hate then are those teachers now recalling whom brings a wide smile on our face.

Me and my batchmates often used to express our desire to leave our school devoid of the fact that leaving our school would leave us with regrets. Regret of not understanding how precious it was, how this " literally felt like our home".

So was I happy when I changed my school? Definitely not. Have you ever experienced a sudden nostalgia that struck you between your work? That nostalgia that brought you into tears ? Yes, that's what changing my school did to me. 

Maybe the phase wanted to teach me "value your present until you are only left with its memories".

Due to current drastic situation, I don't know when am I going to sit on those benches again, meeting those same teachers, meeting those same old friends, recalling those old school memories, pulling those already messed up hair, laughing on the same jokes of the teacher which sounded so lame then.

Listening our principal's boring speech for one more time but with genuine smile this moment, revisiting those corridors, washrooms, watercoolers for one more time. And telling each of them "I miss them for one more time.

                                           By - Anshika Awasthi