School life is no doubt, the most exciting and unforgettable period of one’s life. It is that part of our life in
which we, carefree teenagers have only one purpose and that is having fun with our classmates The very first day when we all in the commerce group met as strangers. All of us were unaware of the true meaning of unity until our souls experienced it. Slowly, slowly, day by day recognized what true friendship means. It was as if all of us had known each other since years. And once this unity developed, one can imagine what wonderful days they were. when the students of my class got up, then God help!The poor curtains and the fully depreciated furniture of the class had to suffer! I remember the day,when one of the boys from my class, punched the door with so much frustration that his hand passed through door and to our astonishment, the door was nothing but two big pieces of wood, hollow from inside. Oh God! What quality of wood had been used to make such a tender door?Once again when another student, took out all his anger on the poor door and kicked it with all his might, we were surprised to see the door landing right in his hands. We all could do nothing at that moment, but run downstairs helpless with laughter. Even the curtains in our class pored to be high quality ink absorbents. There was no need for tissues as the curtains of our class were doing an excellent job for us.Soon we all were there in the tenth grade. with a new exciting math’s teacher, with a tongue almost, every time slipping out of his mouth, one of his hands glued to the upper edge of the white board and the other one instructing us to listen carefully. How could we possibly control our laughter at such a scene? One boy who was the most inspired by his personality, used his talent and skills to copy the
teachers actions in the most accurate and hilarious way. And Yes! How can I possibly forget the sugary Urdu teacher who used to give us a free period so often. All the fun filled and entertaining activities were possible only during her period. When the exams would be on our head, there were loads of collective”HOlidays”. That required just a penance to write and nothing else. And Yes! Who can forget the day when the rostrums for the Urdu debate were being brought to our class in the tenth grade? All of us were surprised to see the most mischievous boys of the class being so dutiful and helpful, carrying the rostrums, but all of our suspicrons were removed in just a second there was a loud BANG!! Turning around, we saw the rostrums lying on the floor while some of the boys were standing on it and some even kicking it. After that, a long and strick lecture was followed.That was soon forgotten.You may have heard about mobiles being snatched… or even cars being snatched a couple of times, but in our class, it was LUNCH BEING SNATCHED! Ridiculous! Quite often when we used to return to the class from the library, we used to find our bags wide open as if the bags had been checked by the teachers. But no! It was the boys who used to check our bags in search of LUNCH! Now you can imagine what sort of poor, hungry beggars they were!The lunch was not only snatched from us but even from the students of class 7 and 8 and then there were lists of complains.Sometimes when angry lectures did not work up, it led to suspensions, but who cares?Soon we all reached class X1. The final O’ level year.there was still a variety of jokers and clowns present and that did not put an end to the “tafree” being done. The beginning of the last year was marked by the skirmishes between two popular groups, the DCY’s and the Xams. It was just a matter of time for the issue to be solved and once again it was like a big happy family growing up together. For the entire 3 years, our class had been famous throughout the school for being the most undisciplined class. First it was 1X, the next year it was X and finally it was X1-Commerce that had therecord of being the most noisy and misbehaving class.Now, we have almost reached the end of our schooling life, I guess all the teachers will take a sign of relief once this class has finally graduated.It was a hard job for them to handle students like us but chill!! That’s what we call schooling life! Each and every moment of those three years was special and unique and I am sure that no one would forget the times we all spent together. It is the time that will never come back. The time that takes the shape of unforgettable
memories. Memories that always live in the heart. The fun-filled activities, teasing each other, making the teachers shout has all come to an end. Time has eventually come for whole hearted studies and nothing else. My school life will always be there, in my heart no matter where I land in the years to come.