Why did I hate school?

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I have just summarized the interesting things i did while i was studying in school. Some stupid. Some funny. Few tearful.

Submitted: July 30, 2017

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My dad was in Airforce and was posted away from our hometown. We as a family had to move there. I was tjen 3 years old. My elder sis was 4. As we were new to the place and the local language was not our mother tongue, my parents decided to put me and my sis together in junior KG. We successfully completed our junior KG. I was very notorious and troublesome in the class just because I had my sister for support. Pulling other's hair, hitting them with pencil box and poking with sharp pencils were my acts and nothing else. And for such a petty issue, the teacher separated both of us and we had to study senior KG in different classrooms. This made me vey angry and i resigned from senior KG. But my sister continued to attend school. My parents were very cooperative. They understood my feelings and allowed me to stay at home. When some of my dad's friends came home i hid myself inside my room till they left the place. This was not because I was afraid of them. Initially i was not bothered about them. When they asked me why didn't i go to school, i told them I had fever. As days went they started torturing me asking questions like " when will your subside?". Few others said "you don't seem to be sick ". I really wondered what their problem was. I decided to bring this to an end. One fine day few of my dad's close friends came home for lunch. I was eating the cakes they had bought for us. I ate the sweets too. I told to myself "why don't you people come home daily ". Now came a voice "i haven't seen you going to school at all, what happened? ". I thought for a while and replied "i have resigned my senior KG". Everyone were shocked including my parents. But i continued eating my cake, scolding the guests in my mind. I couldn't escape for a long time. The very next year i was admitted in grade one. Cried a lot. But no use. Was loaded with homework. I was now fully aware that I can't come out of this chicken shit outfit. I still remember, i was in grade 3. The whole class was asked to study a small answer to a very easy question. Everyone did. But I didn't. The teacher entered the class. I prayed to god that she should forget about the question and answer. As she was about to start the question and answer session, there was a circular from the Principal's office. She spared few minutes reading out the circular in a loud voice to us. Few were clear about the circular while others had some doubts. Again the teacher had to spend few more minutes clarifying their doubts. After finishing this, the teacher's hand picked up the text book instead of the fat long wooden stick (i prefer calling it log) which she used for beating us if we failed to answer her questions. I thanked god so many times for making her forget the question. Happily pulled out my book from the bag. But my happiness didn't last longer. One of my classmates opened their mouth to remind her about the question. As very few minutes were left the teacher decided not to ask us individually. The teacher asked us" who is ready to answer the question? " Without any delay few raised their hands and of course I was one among them. This doesn't mean I knew the answer, but i was very much confident that the teacher never questioned those who raised the hands. According to this logic i am safe now. Was very proud of myself. But the teachers are always teachers. To my surprise i was asked to stand and answer the question loudly. What a bad day!!! I cried inside. Very boldly murmured the wrong answer. But made sure that i was not audible. My teachers are very intelligent. She understood that I was cheating her. To my surprise she didn't beat me that day instead insulted me in front of the whole class. I told myself next time i should not raise my hands.

Years passed and i was in grade 8 now. The same teacher was here again to teach history. Again question answer session. This time the teacher decided to spend the whole hour questioning us one by one. She started from the last row and there were 12 rows in the class with 6 students in each desk. I was seated in the first row corner. But i have always been very unlucky. The teacher started questioning the student in the corner seat of each row. She covered 4 rows. Now the one sitting behind me was asked to stand up. Before the teacher asked the question, the girl said that she was having very bad stomach ache. The teacher without any delay asked the girl to sit down and take rest. Wow!!!! What a great idea? Now Ma'am came to me. I stood up as if i didn't eat anything for 4 months. I told her that I had a severe head ache. Expecting that she will allow me to sit back and take rest, i was ready to sit down. Anyways my calculations always went wrong. The teacher asked me to answer the question and then take rest. That day i decided to......decided to. ........decided to apply leave and stay back at home when there was a question and answer session.

But very soon i learnt that I have been provided with all stuffs by my parents. Then why should I do all these. My problems will automatically be solved if i try to study properly. I did and i enjoyed going to school when i was in 10th grade. No one will believe if i say that i was the 2nd rank holder in the class.


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