Hey everyone,
I haven't posted anything here for a while. I'd rant about how busy I've been, but that might lead you to close the tab on which you're reading this, out of boredom. So... I wanted to write about yesterday. Yesterday was teacher's day, and we had an amazing program in school. It was on the verge of being cancelled, actually it WAS cancelled, but luckily the council(appointments) was able to convince the school administration to hold this function, since we i.e. students of class 12th, were very enthusiastic about it.
The earlier planned dress - code, was cancelled, leading to a lot of disappointment, specially among girls, who had keenly planned each and every detail of their outfits. Not me, though. I was okay with it all, if the program was being held, and I got to sing in the choir.
The program was awesome... I, for one, really had fun. My day went amazing. We sang a medley of old and new bollywood songs. And yeah, we didn't have to wear uniform, which was a plus point. I wore a red top and black jeans. Yesterday was one of those few rare days, when I was actually satisfied with my appearence.
Back to the topic of the function, it was solely organised by students of 12th, and we gained a round of applause by the teaching faculty, on the request of principal sir.
There was a documentary made my some students for the teachers. And I didn't think I'd say this, but, - I'm going to miss DPS. I really am. There are barely 6 or 7 months remaining, and this reminder has been looming over me like a threat. I wanted to finish school and go off to college ASAP, now I'm doubtful about what I want. It's not that I don't want to go, I really want to get out of this town soon, but I have never been on my own before, I know it seems like it's the same for my colleagues, but in reality, it's different. Plus, even if it is the same, it doesn't make my situation easier for me, does it? #rhetoricalquestion
Anyway, I guess that's all. Thanks for reading.
*virtual choclate* for being nice enough to read my musings. (:
Love,
Punya
I haven't posted anything here for a while. I'd rant about how busy I've been, but that might lead you to close the tab on which you're reading this, out of boredom. So... I wanted to write about yesterday. Yesterday was teacher's day, and we had an amazing program in school. It was on the verge of being cancelled, actually it WAS cancelled, but luckily the council(appointments) was able to convince the school administration to hold this function, since we i.e. students of class 12th, were very enthusiastic about it.
The earlier planned dress - code, was cancelled, leading to a lot of disappointment, specially among girls, who had keenly planned each and every detail of their outfits. Not me, though. I was okay with it all, if the program was being held, and I got to sing in the choir.
The program was awesome... I, for one, really had fun. My day went amazing. We sang a medley of old and new bollywood songs. And yeah, we didn't have to wear uniform, which was a plus point. I wore a red top and black jeans. Yesterday was one of those few rare days, when I was actually satisfied with my appearence.
Back to the topic of the function, it was solely organised by students of 12th, and we gained a round of applause by the teaching faculty, on the request of principal sir.
There was a documentary made my some students for the teachers. And I didn't think I'd say this, but, - I'm going to miss DPS. I really am. There are barely 6 or 7 months remaining, and this reminder has been looming over me like a threat. I wanted to finish school and go off to college ASAP, now I'm doubtful about what I want. It's not that I don't want to go, I really want to get out of this town soon, but I have never been on my own before, I know it seems like it's the same for my colleagues, but in reality, it's different. Plus, even if it is the same, it doesn't make my situation easier for me, does it? #rhetoricalquestion
Anyway, I guess that's all. Thanks for reading.
*virtual choclate* for being nice enough to read my musings. (:
Love,
Punya
