Bitter Sweet Memories of Stewart School

I am able to recollect some incidents from school and cant help becoming nostalgic while reminiscing. Here are a few which appear at the top of my memories list, not in any specific order.

I remember the PT class in 9 B, where I blurted out about the heat being too much, as an excuse to go back to class and prepare for the upcoming test. This increased the temperature/blood pressure of our PT teacher and he punished us girls by making us stand in the hot sun. He could not bear to see us suffer for much time though, and excused us from the PT class. I still remember my lady classmates giving me a piece of their mind after coming back!! :)

Then there was the Chemistry Final exam in 10th, where I was concentrating so hard to recollect the chemistry formulas that Mrs.Mathur who was the invigilator observed this and came to me with a worried look on her face and asked me if all was well with me and the paper. For a moment, I just hoped that she could help me with a few answers. :)

Then again, we had Mr.Routray in Class 8 D, who always used to ask me about the Andhra pickles. He was in awe that I eat pickles every day and used to get a confirmation from me in each Maths class. I now realize that I should have told him that, that is the reason we also eat curd rice every day as an antidote. :)

Mr.Sattar, in Class 7C....Set Theory had me in a fix and in his 2nd class on the Lesson, he started asking us questions which most of us could not answer and were  in turn taken to meet the Principal, Mr. Patro. That was the first and last time I visited the Principal's room as a punishment and also saw the boys getting some caning. Thankfully he spared the girls, but the impact that the incident had on me got my parents worried and they started sending me to one of our relatives for Maths tuition and I managed to get above average marks in the Maths Final Exam that year!! :)

Me and Payal were the "giggly" girls. This started from our getting together in 8 D and went on till 10 B. Once we started on some giggly idea(this was something beyond all logic), there was no stopping us for the entire period or sometimes the whole day. Inspite of numerous warnings from Mrs.Devi in 8 D, we were uncontrollable. We also pissed off Mrs.Viola Adams once, though she was usually very soft and rarely got irritated. The remaining girls of the class used to give us angry looks each time,but that somehow did not deter us in any way and we used to carry on with it.

There was also that one occurrence when I got a hit with the scale on my hand from Mrs.Samal, our chemistry teacher in Class 7C for forgetting my text book.My palm burned for the rest of the day and never ever did I repeat the mistake again.

I owe whatever I am today to almost all our teachers ....Mrs.Mathur for getting me to love Maths, Mr.SP Das for making me enjoy English Literature, Mr.Patro and Mr.Swamy for my admiration of Shakespeare, Mrs.Sheila Jena for making Geography so interesting, Miss Chumai for making me appreciate English grammar,Mr.Ali for making me look with awe towards Indian History and Culture....the list goes on.

And not to forget all my classmates and friends...who have helped me in my emotional growth through each argument and friendly banter.

All these incidents have shaped me and impacted me one way or the other and helped me grow as a person.
I just want to end by saying :Thank you Stewart School for your part in creating the "me" of today!