Loyola Reloaded

Seeing as how almost every one of my classmates in possession of a blog has at least one post about school, and the life they’ve lived there, i’ve decided to jump on the proverbial bandwagon and give it a whirl. Looking back, it is obvious that a single post on a webpage cannot pay proper tribute to the school, to all it has given to me over the past thirteen long years. I say long, but looking back it seems everything passed me by in the blink of an eye.

UKG:

I remember the day i started school, surprisingly. A Tarun Bhaskar was on my bus, (number 4 at the time). He’d learnt my name somehow from someone, and the second i somehow clambered up those enormous steps, the first words i heard were “Good Morning, Akhil!”, said with a smile as big as the moon on his face.  This feeling of warmth and welcome, i’ve always associated with loyola since that very day.

 My first day at loyola was not all warmth and welcome, though. Being the spoilt brat that i was, i soon picked my first fight. With a certain Syam Nath. I swear, i’ll get that bastard back someday. Till then, he’s on http://theloyolitediaries.wordpress.com. On to more memories, now.

You’re sweating too much!

The lunch break had ended, and i was heading back to class, after a particularly gruelling game of basketball. Needless to say, i was sweating profusely. And who should i meet on my way back to class than the principal himself. So i give him a big smile and say “Good Afternoon, Father”, employing the warmth and welcome routine in order to get out of any trouble i might have been in. In case you haven’t heard yet, the warmth and welcome routine does not work on overworked too-tense principals over the age of 60, especially when it’s nigh one o’clock and they haven’t had their lunch yet. What do i get in return? I get sent to the parlour for sweating too much.

My first kiss

Ahh, i’m just fuckin with ya!

Being class leader

It has happened a few times over the past years. A group of 50-odd morons who i owe my life to have seen fit to elect me to be the one who gets pinched by the teacher each day for not “rubbing the board”, or “emptying the trash can”, or “saving the human race from absolute annihilation”. Although i may be lying about that last part. Looking back, i know that the role of a class leader matters little in the workings of the school, and even less to the world, but to a kid in kindergarten, heck, to a kid in the twelfth, it means the world.

LA Fest

Wow. A leap of a decade or so into the future, and we’re busy hosting LA Fest. You can argue that other schools are doing the same now, that there no longer is a point to the festival. Tell that to the hundred-odd guys hosting it, though, and they’ll tear you to bits. I was fortunate to serve as coordinator. I say fortunate because i got to run around pretending to be busy, while gawking at thermally active female participants. A.K.A hot girls. I joke, of course. Was busy that day. Did my part. Quite well too, methinks. Anyway. I am a mere seventeen years old. I have lived for approximately 6205 days. And so far, LA Fest has been the highlight. The sheer experience of standing in front of a crowd near a thousand strong (we had the biggest festival so far, with sixteen schools present and yelling), and to have them actually listen to what you have to say, the experience of getting things done flawlessly, and sometimes not, while working as a team. These are the memories i shall always hold dear to my heart. Unless, of course, i get amnesia. In that case, it might be chicken stew.

That’s enough for today

This is a double entendre’. I actually intended to wind up here, because i think dad’s waking up downstairs. But this is the title of our junior batch’s web page. A good batch too, truth be told. They’ve got everything. Musicians, actors, Orators…. Wait. Lemme rephrase that. Bad musicians, bad actors, bad orators. Heh. But that’s what school’s for. To help you become a better you.

Now that IS enough for today

I seriously think dad’s waking up. It being 4:44 A.M, i think i should go pretend i’ve been sleeping for the past eight or so hours. Sooo much more to post. So little time.

~ by iamnottheone on June 13, 2007.