Hello, everyone! Time for some heart to heart talk because almost after a month from the last prose-y thing I did..I have managed to come up with just one story/real-life experience from ‘My journey with ineptness’.
This will also be a Dimecdote (In all honesty, nothing much happened) because today I went shopping with mum. I tried everything I generally do to avoid going on such cute adventures. There was some cup-breaking involved…it got serious. That obviously did not help at all and off we went to the World of Stares and A lot more Stares.
Now the first place to go was my old school, the place where I spent three years of self-discovery. We had to go there because mum is a teacher in the same school and since it was on the way to the market complex we went there to look for her suspiciously missing Science book she needed for the next class…
Strangely enough, I like my school. I like it for all the right reasons like the greenery (it’s overwhelming) where once there was fire-due-to-the-hot-weather/friction (too much Physics for the leaves, I say) incident, the architectural genius of a building which is the only good thing about it, the slippery floors where I fell more times than the number of galaxies in the universe and YES the Principal, we’ll call her ‘The Sister’ (she’s a nun). So, The Sister is the sweetest person you could ever meet. She probably like the school for the same reasons that I do and she gets paid for it (Win. Win). She had always treated me as an invisible kid when I was studying there until my mother became a teacher there and things got…twisted. Extremely agonising, too.
Back to the present – When we walked in the school, mum left for the Primary Wing and ordered me to go look for The Sister and pay my respects. See? This is where I don’t understand my mother. She knows how very very very wrong this is for me. It affects me. Everything. Too much air. Too many people. The hustle. Those eyes. Their ignorance. Their staring. Everything.
Today was Saturday but many students were there for some ‘project’ which surprisingly was not ‘stare-the-unknown-person’. I was walking, minding my own business, which was how not to find The Sister and get out of this place. I walked through the greenery, to enter the building, almost slipped on the floor and just for the sake of being there I peeked into my old classroom and dashed back into the greenery on my way to the Primary Wing with the I-looked-everywhere-but-she-has-left-the-planet-it-seems look and WELL ,WELL….Great, The Sister was coming back from the Primary Wing, she looked at me while hurriedly walking towards the High School…and she walked past me. Yes. Yes. YES!
I was so happy!
Joy. Bliss. Confetti of chocolates and…mum was a few steps behind her. How could life ever be so kind to me!?
Anyway, she called me with a hushed “What’s wrong…” which I met with “I was going to follow her” (it’s always better to lie) then we almost ran to catch up with The Sister.
“Oh, she has thinned up so much…I almost did not recognise her…” A little carry on of a stuttering “I am well.” and “How are you?” with the look of “I am getting late for nothing” on her face and “Kill me.” on mine.
I survived, is all I can say.
The rest of the trip went well because it started to RAIN! Whee! I’ve never been more thankful to the clouds. We had to cut short the ‘trip’. The next time she tries to tag me along I’ll break a leg or something.
I’d love to know how you see your school, doesn’t matter if you’re out of it or not. Please share! ❤
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