Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
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To IX-B4.. And one hell of an year!


Whatever happens, you always remember your first day in any given school, class, block, standard, ad infinitum.

My first day of the ninth grade is still crisp in my mind. Having never stepped into the IX – XII Block before in our lives, we (we being us ninth graders) only had an understanding of how things worked there from the tons of advice we got. Although all the information we got wasn’t true, we soon learnt how to separate the real advice (“Don’t get on the bad side of the teachers there on the first day itself… Some people there have really long memories.”) from the bogus ones (“Don’t visit the bathroom on the left corner… It’s haunted by the ghost of Michael Jackson.”).

But nothing could have prepared us for the first torture of the year that they had lined us up for: shuffling.

Having been in the same class for three years, we soon had an unbreakable bond between us. And now they were carting us off to our separate ways? No fair!

One by one we were called, and allotted different classes. As I stepped into IX B4, my “new” class, it was with a swelled up pang of disappointment: there were just three boys in that class whom I knew.

And with that, my anticipation of another fun filled year went down the drain.

Several questions plagued my mind: Why did the class have to be filled with kids who only spoke Urdu? Why couldn’t any of my friends be here? Why did Noufal Sir even shuffle the classes? Why? Why? WHY???

Little did I know how much I would hate moving away from that class I loathed so much back then.

Fast forward a year from that day, and all I can think about is how much I’m going to miss Zombie giving his “announcements”, Safi daring me to tear up someones worksheet, playing Hangman with Sujith while Shanawas Sir explains Biology, Taha holding a “fast-forwarded assembly”, playing football in front of the class, and all those millions and zillions of tiny things that made IX B4 so… So AWESOME!

As the results (and my final chance to see you guys as fellow classmates) approaches, I have to say guys… You really did make my day then, and if I wasn’t so appreciative then, I would also like to take this opportunity to thank you all.

To IX B4… The class that will go down in my memory as the best one that I ever had.

Sincerest thanks to Abdul Muqeet “Pants”, Abdullah Mehmood, Abeen “Kalabhavan Mani” Aboobaker, Arbaz Ahmed, Ashique “Ashiku” Nazar, Basith Saeed, Ebrahim Raeid, Fahad Ayub Zinjani, Fuwad “Fu-Wi” Khalid, Hathif Majeed Kanniyan, Joyal “B-Boy” Joy, Lasin “Laysi” Faisal, Masroor “Mushroom” Ahmed, Mohammed Shariyar, Mossab Musthafa “Khan”, Muhammad Bawazeer, Muhammad Hafiz, Muhammad  Kamran, Muhammad Nafih “Ulpila”, Muhammad Shahan, Muhammad Shaheen, Muhammad Rasi Raoof, Muhammad Asim, Mujahid “Shaddap” Khan, Muzammil, Nabeel Nazer, Naeem Latheef, Nashid, Shamil “Chikku” Saleem, Shibran Imran, Sujith Thom as, Syed Ajmal Shakeeb, Syed “Safi” Safiuddin, Syed Umar, Taha Ameen, Zoheib Noor, and anyone else whose name hasn’t been mentioned, for making my year in the IXth grade one of the best years in my school life.

You guys are truly the best. :D
 

                                                         

"Osmosis" - A True Story...... :P

As I sit through my Bio Period, a quarry of thoughts rush through my mind...

Pay attention to class, or watch the Chess Tournament taking place in the last three benches?

Answer sir's next question, or play football in the vacant space behind the last bench?

Jot down a summary of today's class, or work on my newest blog post???

This time, I decided to be the good kid. I listened to (read: vacantly stared at) Shanawas sir (whom we have lovingly dubbed "Osmosis") explain what he called "infectionating" diseases, and I tried - Heaven help me, I TRIED- to cram the scientific name of some microbe into my already full head. 

But (and there always is a 'but'), it was hard to ignore what was going on around me. Whether it was Zoheib passing around a can of Red Bull for us to drink, or Lasin jumping up and down because his rook had taken out Basith's queen, or even Taha listening INTENTLY to sir's class, the weirdness of it all (extreme weirdness, in Taha's case) got to me, and the temptation to do something out-of-the-box was trying to drag me to the dark side.

Honestly, I resisted. I tried to concentrate on helicobacter pylori and peptic ulcers, but someone up there had a different course lined up for me... Suddenly, Mossab lying on his bench and chewing gum (and asking me why i was staring at him) and Kamran scribbling graffiti on the wall hit me like a ton of bricks...

Was I the only one (excluding Taha... That guy is a medical miracle!) paying even the slightest attention to the class? I looked around, and my worst fears were confirmed. From dodge-ball to eating Al-Baik, everyone was doing something that was NOT studying.

Then, I cracked.

And as Osmosis sir left the class, and I finished writing this blog post, I was glad I did.