Classroom Menace
I remember my self, meddling with the stones on the shore, building sand castles, watching children play near the water as the sun sets into a peach scarlet. Then, suddenly things start turning grey, and I find wooden stuff all around, stones being the pen I was rotating and mud being the desk I’ ve been carving. I then realized, I just had Day dreamed about a warm afternoon in a post lunch class!! Some of my peers were shooting rockets at each other taking the advantage of the teacher’s illusion of a wonderful class. Indeed, these four years have been amongst the most wonderful times, I’ ve en lived ! At the outset, our days were full of convivial handshakes, acquainting each other and choosing the clique belonging to ones shades. Then, there were math classes where “unity in diversity” played a potential role on punishments, when failing to do the given assignments! Only epoch that was least wanted was the exam time, as everyone use to be inhabit the bookworm style, when healthy co