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Class 1: The journey starts. Mrs. Medley , caning, duster makeup, monkey park, picnic to guvvies is what i remember from class 1. I remember my first swimming classes…running and jumping into the pool where mr palmer and mr gomes would be waiting. Lunch breaks used to spent playing footta or “hand cricket” on the basket ball court. Mrs Medley had quite a personality and i dont think there was a soul in Sem who didnt fear her.
Class 2: Mrs. D’Raunjo. Mostly uneventful except for the unusually high number of students from other classes who would come to borrow chalk or the captains who would jostle with each other to be able to come and make announcements. Didnt know then that she had a simpler name “Dingi”. Remember her as a nice lady and teacher...
Read More Have you ever felt so smitten by someone that you can’t , despite your best efforts, cannot stop thinking about that person? Even when you know that there nothing in your power that can make the other person to be more responsive if not reciprocate? This kind of craziness can really drive us crazy and I am learning this from a grueling first hand experience. I mean weaving such dreams is not far from lunacy but there is a certain sweetness in the pain. Am I turning into a sadist?
Why does my heart refuse to listen to my brain? There is a disconnect between my soul and my thoughts and it is a very strange feeling. It is almost suicidal , trying to bear the pain when one knows that it will all lead to nothing but heart break...
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