My Class Magazine Story

You don't know it yet ?Let me tell you..

It is traditional in our school for each class (in high school) to present a "Class Magazine".It is a collection of articles presented by each student of the class.
I was asked to present a write up on anything, and I chose to write about...School !
In case you are interested in the article, here it is. (In case you are not, you can fast forward to the end of this article.)

There Is No Place Like School

Its true.There is no place like school.
Twelve years in school has been a journey of bitter-sweet experiences for me.I entered school as a shy, nervous six-year old, and now I am leaving it as a perky teenager.As I look back upon the years, I am filled with a rush of nostalgia. I can say with some certainty that a fourth of my life till now, has been spent at school. And not in vain either, for good old school has taught me several lessons (apart from those in the textbook !), which are hard to learn elsewhere.

I learnt (the hard way) what happened when you refused to write a letter in English Grammar class. I discovered that sometimes, it was more interesting outside the classroom than in, especially if you had a newspaper to read and some company to keep. Over the years, i also figured out that in class, doing even ordinary things, like looking into your neighbour's face, can be extraordinarily comical; the hilarity of the situation being directly proportional to the severity of the teacher present at the time.

I also mastered the art of dozing in class, with my eyes open.Occasionally, I also pulled stunts with my trustworthy cronies. But these apart, school has also managed the feat of instilling some trace of discipline in me. I am in eternal debt to my teachers for this.

In a few months time, I will be passing out of the school, confident and courageous to face the challenges and vagaries of life, for which I will be ever indebted to my school. And there is no doubt that these memories will be cherished by me forever.


Well..about this same article. As is my wont, I delayed in submitting it. And when I finally took it to school to submit it, horror of horrors! The magazine was already released, minus my wonderful article. I cried, cursed, stormed and raged, but to no avail. What was done could not be undone. Now I am sure that my prized article lies in some dusty old drawer in the staff room, without getting so much as a second glance. Sigh. It must have been in some similar situation that some great soul said, "Time and Tide Wait For None".