Ever since we were twelve, we yearned for school to get
over and college to begin. I was tired of the same old teachers, the same strict uniforms
and white socks and white shoes. If my shoes were not polished or just one hair out of my
pigtail I was treated as though I had killed someone. I wanted to be let out I wanted to
go to college-perfect college.
My seniors described it to be a place
where I could eat out, meet new people, plan parties, socialize and maybe- just maybe,
attend a lecture or two.
The first day of college to me and almost everyone
else is a very exciting (to put it mildly) event. After nervously awaited results and long
tiring admission queues, the great day finally arrives.
After I spent hours on what to wear, whom to enter
with, the gates of college finally open. To lead into a different world…The real
world! I had attended an all girls' school all my life so to be interacting with boys was
the main difference that I found
Both of us were thinking the same thing, 'How should we walk…..
And talk Even though we both had butterflies in our stomach, we put up a brave front as
though we had been doing this for years. We noticed that the boys were no different from
us. After thinking and thinking all they could come up with is,"Excuse me, uh um
actually I wanted to know in which section, I mean subjects, I mean class are you are in,
but if you don’t want to tell me its ok!" Confident? ………I
don’t think so!.I decided that I would take college seriously and attend every
lecture and try never to bunk. Unfortunately I changed my mind the very second day. The
first lecture began the only one that had full attendance. I tried to pay attention but
every two minutes my friend kept telling me whom she found cute.
Needless to say the boys and girls
don’t sit together. At two different ends of the classroom whispers, sniggering and
throwing of chits is what happens. A cute guy winked at me-and made my day. The eagerly
awaited bell rings and everyone rushes out making wise cracks about the bald professor.
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