Till 8th standard we were allowed to go to school only in school bus. School bus used to come early in the morning by 7:30am, it go to lot other interior places too, hence it reaches school after long time!
We had a great and not so FRIENDLY driver whom we feared the most. He was an ex-military so we have to be well disciplined in school bus. I still remember him scolding my friends for sleeping by the window, for talking loudly..etc....Always he had his own reasons!
After 8th standard we were allowed to use any public transport bus service.I thought my journey would be much better but from my bus stop, I had only one direct bus to reach school in time, the next bus would make me late. I usually run for my bus, 7:30 was the time of the bus & I used to leave home by 7:25. If I go by that bus, I will be the first person to reach my school, to such an extent that It made even the principal to ask me not to come so early but I had no other choice.
If I miss that bus (rarely) then, I will have to go by an auto to the nearby town to get a bus, & there will be a plenty of buses one after another!
The terrible thing during those days was that we had concessions in our bus fares so that conductor will not be pleased enough to allow us on the bus. Looks on conductor's face was so terrible that it will ruin my whole day!
From the bus stop near school, I had to walk a long distance to reach my Higher Secondary School building, that too without getting much attention from principal's home which was on the way!
I just enjoy that walking by plucking grass, throwing stones, playing football with stones, staring at mangoes wishing they were in my mouth... I hardly had someone to give a company!
When I reach that building,there will be no one except some dogs sleeping in the school ground! Some days I will have to wait outside till one of the non-teaching staff comes with the key & open the classroom!
After entering into the classroom, I feel like the King of class till someone else come. When someone arrives, It is time to copy homework. I share what I have written, they share what they have written. So homework will be perfect when my teacher looks it.
We had a great and not so FRIENDLY driver whom we feared the most. He was an ex-military so we have to be well disciplined in school bus. I still remember him scolding my friends for sleeping by the window, for talking loudly..etc....Always he had his own reasons!
After 8th standard we were allowed to use any public transport bus service.I thought my journey would be much better but from my bus stop, I had only one direct bus to reach school in time, the next bus would make me late. I usually run for my bus, 7:30 was the time of the bus & I used to leave home by 7:25. If I go by that bus, I will be the first person to reach my school, to such an extent that It made even the principal to ask me not to come so early but I had no other choice.
If I miss that bus (rarely) then, I will have to go by an auto to the nearby town to get a bus, & there will be a plenty of buses one after another!
The terrible thing during those days was that we had concessions in our bus fares so that conductor will not be pleased enough to allow us on the bus. Looks on conductor's face was so terrible that it will ruin my whole day!
From the bus stop near school, I had to walk a long distance to reach my Higher Secondary School building, that too without getting much attention from principal's home which was on the way!
I just enjoy that walking by plucking grass, throwing stones, playing football with stones, staring at mangoes wishing they were in my mouth... I hardly had someone to give a company!
When I reach that building,there will be no one except some dogs sleeping in the school ground! Some days I will have to wait outside till one of the non-teaching staff comes with the key & open the classroom!
After entering into the classroom, I feel like the King of class till someone else come. When someone arrives, It is time to copy homework. I share what I have written, they share what they have written. So homework will be perfect when my teacher looks it.
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