My First Day at School
I have changed twelve schools as my father was in the IAF. Somehow, I do not remember my first day in any school as vividly as I do when I joined a new school in the fifth grade. Surprisingly, that is the only day I remember in that school though I stayed there the whole year!
We had reached Bangalore and were living in a makeshift accommodation when my father announced that our admissions were done and that we had to join school the following day. At once began the queasiness in my stomach- a normal feature at the mention of going to school. I had nothing to fear as I had always been a good student. I was not a rebel either, but this discomfort in my stomach lasted right up to the twelfth grade when I finally shed it as I joined college and hostel! Well, I walked in passed the gates with my father and brother and I can still feel the reluctance in my step. The next thing I remember was sitting in class, right in the middle and chatting animatedly with a number of students around me. This was followed by a shouting and two stinging blows with a wooden scale on my palm. I was in a state of shock. It was my first day at school!
Leave alone the rest of the day, the rest of the year passed in a tizzy. I do remember other first days but this one is really etched in my memory.
