Humanities Class

I chose Humanities. I love my class. We know our stuff. We discuss reality. We want to change our society.  I like that. I don’t hate the Science class. The thing is, people think Science students are smart. I believe that Humanities students know what’s happening around them. They are aware. Science students often want to rebel. They know they can’t. They don’t have  the guts. Commerce students are rebels. They like rebel against anything and everything. The Humanities students are revolutionaries. They have apt reasons to support their argument. Commerce students have a lot of free time. Science students are wannabe rebels. They think, teenage rebellion is a rad thing. Revolutionaries plan out their rebellion. And, they have good causea behind them. Rebels just rebel. Their rebellion can be unreasonable. This is the difference between rebels and revolutionaries.

Because Peeing is a Crime

So, yesterday, I was in a terrible mood. I felt irritable and angry. Probably, because I was suffering from PMS.
It was the third period, which was Value Education class, wherein your teacher talks sense or throws the “Moral Bomb” at us and make us feel like we’re impure. I had been controlling my urge to pee. I tried to ask my teacher, but she told me to get in. That was in the beginning. Then, she started talking about time management, and things that are important and urgent. And, that’s when, I felt like I was about to have a bladder explosion. So, I went and asked her permission to go to the washroom. I thought she’ll understand, since she also teaches us Biology. But, she said no! I had to go at ANY COST, so I said that it was urgent and that I was about to have a bladder explosion. Guess what? She told me to go and not come back for the rest of the period. I went, because I had to pee. When I was done, I tried to go back to class, but she kicked me out again told me reflect on what I heard.
I stood there alone in the corridor. I started crying, because I was so done with everything. I went to the lavatory again, locked myself in a cozy cubicle and cried to my heart’s content. I got kicked out, because I wanted to pee. Plus, those kids looked at me as if I killed someone. Nobody stood up for me, because they feared her. So, I knew I had to stand up for myself.
I remember telling that teacher that I respected her, but never feared her, when she asked if I was scared of her. It’s like she holds a grudge against me. I haven’t created problems, so why should I fear anyone?

The teachers here in my school, like to show off their power. They want to suppress everyone. They want the students to fear them and agree with all the bullshit they say. I’m not one of them, and I’m not going to change.

Also, everyone there in class get some pleasure in messing with me. It’s like their hobby.

Today, we had a half-working day at school. I didn’t go. Today’s a Saturday. I deserve a nice weekend. Plus, we had a cleanliness drive. The teachers would order the students to clean up their offices, and we would slave for them, because that’s what happens in Indian schools. I didn’t want to clean that woman’s desk.
That teacher and those students had the audacity to mess with the Ironically Misunderstood.

All-Girls Schools, What An Irony!

So, yesterday, I happen to eat my lunch before recess. It was the fourth period and I was totally oblivious. I’m not one of the gluttons who eat their lunch secretly before class. But I, mistakenly, thought it was recess because a lot was going on in school. We were celebrating the Feast of Our Lady Of Carmel(I study in an all-girl Catholic School). I had got the typical Indian vegetable and chapatti and was eating it while keeping my lunch under the desk. I kept stuffing every morsel in my mouth because I love beans! In fact, I even walked out of the class with my lunch. Thank goodness, it was a free period or I would have a reputation of a glutton. I always play safe, you see. I have reputation of a sincere and quiet student but in reality, I am sort of the opposite. So, I went back to my class and started stuffing my mouth with my lunch. Suddenly, two of the my most annoying classmates who used to be my friends before but I didn’t like there “layer” or whatever because they kept gossiping about boys, forcing me to get into a relationship and complaining about homosexual people. I hate homophobic and racist people! I mean, come on, everyone’s an individual! It was over between them and me but they just keep picking on me! This time they tried to see what I’m eating. Like, seriously, why do you give a damn about what I eat! Now, these devious girls also have a puppet in their hands. This puppet, is has allegedly been stalking me these days. My friends think she has a crush on me because one of my friends asked her why she has been stalking me and she blushed like hell! She has been acting like a sasaeng fan.

I seriously don’t understand my own schoolmates! A homophobic person CANNOT survive in my school. I’m not saying that we are all lesbians or something but it is not a great idea to let teenage girls with raging hormones to study together. When they love each other,they do it greatly. When they fight, they fight like wild cats and pull each other’s hair and whatnot! I mean, last year, when my “ex-friends” picked a fight with me, I fought with words and they kept threatening me saying that they will beat me up and blah blah…And I was like, “Yes, bring it on! I will scream so loud, you’ll get deaf!” Thereafter, they keep picking on me. I guess, they  just can’t forget about me! I’m telling you. I joined this school about four years ago in fifth grade. People in my school cab started boycotting me. Then, I graduated to middle school, that whole year boycotted me and I was like, “Yeah, boycott me! I don’t want to live here, anyway!” Last year was indeed a year of good change. I realized who my real friends are and learnt that you should never be best friends with a teenage girl who’s obsessed with boys. I mean, what so awesome about Indian boys, majority of them are like cross-bred scums.

I cannot stay in a place like Delhi, where people expect corrupting power and fake respect. I rant along with Japanese rock bands like SCANDAL, FLUMPOOL, STEREOPONY and One OK Rock. It makes me feel light.

Back to school! In the second and third floor lavatory of the high school building, there is a single extra-small mirror. Around that mirror, I see about ten girls trying to check themselves. LOL! Who are they trying to impress? Their bitchy girlfriends? I might not fit in this school but everything is so damn humorous! Then, during inter-school sport matches with boys. My classmates go extremely lunatic and act like sasaeng fans. Then, again Indian boys going through puberty are cross-bred scums!

I remember a very funny incident. I had write my final exams in seventh grade and I was sitting with eighth grade students (a complicated seating arrangement to stop students from cheating). Right behind me was sitting my awesome friend. Her bench-mate was an eighth grader and she kept ranting to God to help her and screaming, “Jai Mata Di!” loudly. My bench-mate and I were getting irritated. So, I looked at her and said, “HAVE YOU GONE MAD?”

She said, “Excuse me! I’m a senior here!”

I was like, “Yeah, I can see that, granny! Stop ranting during the exam!”

Since then, she tried her best to bully me throughout the year but I somehow, outdid her. I forgot to mention, she was the head-girl’s younger sister. Senior students should stop ragging junior students. Remember, junior students are much smarter than us. By ragging them, we are just wasting are time. It’s better to love them and befriend them before they fight back and piss you off.

 

Despite of all these complaints, I have met some interesting people and that’s what makes me feel that I love school!