It’s sad knowing that it’s only a
matter of a few months that I’ll be officially termed as “an adult”, knowing
that the best years of my life have just passed. It seems like only yesterday
when I couldn’t wait for my thirteenth birthday and finally breaking into the
teenage-zone. The times when I thought that I was finally old enough to date or
be partially independent have passed by so quickly, that I didn’t have time to
do everything I thought I could. However, I did do certain things that I
shouldn’t have. Like,
1.
Stuffing a
senior’s bag with chipped wood and chair-foam
I don’t mean a ‘Senior citizen’ (otherwise that would’ve been a whole new post I’d written about) but a senior student. I can’t recall his name for some reason but I do remember that in the eighth grade, my friends and I were sitting in the ninth grade for a combined Science class and we tore the whole back of a chair and shoved some broken wood and foam into that student’s bag. It was a prank and nothing else. But after the class the ‘prank’ backfired. The senior student told on us and my friends were called out by the class teacher and got a real scolding. My friends turned on me and insisted that it was my idea but the teacher refused to believe them and said, quote “Ramish can’t do such a thing, he’s a very good student”. (She hadn’t known by then just how “good” I was). But yes, I do feel bad for my posse; after all, they did take the blame for me.
I don’t mean a ‘Senior citizen’ (otherwise that would’ve been a whole new post I’d written about) but a senior student. I can’t recall his name for some reason but I do remember that in the eighth grade, my friends and I were sitting in the ninth grade for a combined Science class and we tore the whole back of a chair and shoved some broken wood and foam into that student’s bag. It was a prank and nothing else. But after the class the ‘prank’ backfired. The senior student told on us and my friends were called out by the class teacher and got a real scolding. My friends turned on me and insisted that it was my idea but the teacher refused to believe them and said, quote “Ramish can’t do such a thing, he’s a very good student”. (She hadn’t known by then just how “good” I was). But yes, I do feel bad for my posse; after all, they did take the blame for me.
2.
Spray
painting the bathroom walls
This was something I still regret doing. After the arts class,
everyone had to clean up after their projects and it was that particular
artwork that needed a coat of spray paint. Apparently, our classroom had a huge
attached bathroom with it with enormous closets inside (that’s where we kept
our art tools). So I was among the last to clean up and while walking towards
the closet, the little devil in me woke up. Long story short: I practiced some
wall-graffiti and the school Principal wasn’t in a creative mood and she made
sure I never saw a spray paint can EVER again. Oh, and did I mentioned I was
suspended for two days?
3.
Claiming the
school building is haunted
So this wasn’t really as bad as the last one but my friends and I
were still told off by the Principal. It was a joyous occasion, a festival was
it? (Again, my memory’s a little fuzzy so bear with me). Everyone was
busy partying and celebrating and my group were in one corner talking about the
damned Bloody Mary. An American
friend of mine had recently heard about this tale and he very efficiently made
us believe that all Bloody Mary has
to do is but wait for a child to come in the attic and slaughter
him/her (depending on her mood of course). Our school building had an
attic too, a huge one at that and we decided to check that dark room for signs
of witches. And we sent our poor Swedish friend up their waiting for him to get
his throat slit or bring back the head of the infamous Blood Mary. He had ten minutes to
come back and if he failed, we’d pronounce him dead. So as we waited for him at
the door of the attic, twenty friggin’ minutes passed and there was no other
exit out of the attic! Worried, we sent another friend to call the Principal
and tell her about the recently deceased friend. Within minutes, the whole
school was with us at the entrance and the majority fell for the Bloody Mary story. Just then I
realized all that waiting had made me thirsty so I went downstairs to grab a
glass of cola and was shocked to see our Swede friend, whom everyone thought
was dead, roaming around the front yard. I ran upstairs and told everyone that
he was alive and having snacks downstairs. The next half an hour was spent listening
to the Principal telling us all off.
But wait just yet. It was and still is a mystery how our Swede comrade made it out of the attic, (on the third floor), and to the front yard when we were waiting for him at the attic’s only entrance! So we aren’t sure if that’s still our friend or an immortal Swedish Zombie, and we’ll never know.
But wait just yet. It was and still is a mystery how our Swede comrade made it out of the attic, (on the third floor), and to the front yard when we were waiting for him at the attic’s only entrance! So we aren’t sure if that’s still our friend or an immortal Swedish Zombie, and we’ll never know.
4.
Cheat during
an exam when the teacher was asleep
Why? Because, she’s not asleep! No invigilating teacher in the
right mind would doze off during the finals especially with a class of little
demons like us. The minute we heard her “snore” we went bonkers! Students
actually left their seats and went half of the room across to get the answers.
I however, stayed at my seat and began trading answers. It was after the exam
when the teacher told us that she saw each and every child cheat, (except for
the Swede ‘Brainiac’ Zombie). Strange, No? In the end, we all had 25% of our
marks deducted and half of the class failed but miraculously, I didn't.
