Yo,
Long time no read.
It is time to get started.
I woke up at about 6:45 this time. I know, last time I had mentioned that I am an organized dude but, you can't do the same stuff everyday. Except for Mr. Cadbury from Richie Rich, and Phileas Fogg from Jules Verne, have you ever heard about a guy doing the same thing everyday, well, answer THAT in the comments below.
I got dressed and went down for my meal I eat every single morning to get some energy inside me, or in short, breakfast. My mom gives me a lot and lot of stuff to eat. Specification: fruits.
But, I can't help it. I'm 12, in adolescence (cough, pimples, cough), so yeah.
I was getting so late that I had to carry 2 slices of apple in my very hands (yeah, not so cool)
The bus came, I went in, but unfortunately, I had to stand. Just so you know, I was the only bugger in the bus who had to stand.
You see, there used to be too many people in the bus with the number 11, the one in which I travel. So, the people responsible for the bus' insurance decided to make another bus with the same route. Now there are 2 buses, 11 and 11A.
Unfortunately, 11A broke down, so the load was back on us, or should I say, ME.
Its actually kind of rare that our 18th century buses broke down, but let me explain what happened when our bus broke down last year.
In 2013,
I was in 6th standard back then, and a rule given to us was that for 6th and above have to come to school on saturdays.
I personally think that this particular school holds a grudge against me or something because as soon as I step into matters, some or the other thing goes wrong.
Anyway, so only 6 or 7 people from our bus used to come on a saturday so they sent us the small bus. The small bus was actually kind of 19th century, but it was still old, and the worst part, no radio.
Fortunately, the bus driver forgot to check the oil tank, 'cause the bus ran out of fuel in the middle of the road.
Now this is the funny part.
The driver used his phone from 600 BC to call the authorities. They sent a aunty on a scooter with a tank of oil.
After filling the oil, the aunty left the scooter there itself and boarded the bus.
When we were about to reach school, some idiot reminded her. So now we had to take a u-turn, get the scooter and get back to school.
Normally, we reach school at around 8:15 but this time, we reached at around 9:30.
End of flashback.
We reached school.
I think my school doesn't look like a school but a college from where William Shakespeare got his degree.
To make it more easy, our school looked ugly.
Our general assembly was over so I could enjoy my friends failing their assembly in peace (no offence if you are reading).
After that the periods came. First was social.
Man, it was not understandable (just a metaphor, I read the textbook when I get back home).
For term 1 we had an excellent teacher to teach us social but now, our teacher is somewhat unique. She has decided that she will do notes first and the explanation later. Well, that explains a LOT about 10 years of training ( the teacher only said it).
Partially, it wasn't her fault because she had asked us what to do. Now that explains a LOT MORE about 10 years of teaching.
So the so called geniuses of our class or to be more specific, girls, chose this option (no "no offence to these guys").
The boys could not, or should I say, did not complain about it 'cause we like to go with the flow.
Next up was Hindi.
We learned a new poem about some guy getting a twig stuck in his eye. I mean, seriously! Poets nowadays are literally jobless. I'll make up a poem on spot. Lets see if this bad boy gets in any textbook
I am a cool dude! woo! woo!
I like to write stuff! woo! woo!
I also like reading books ! woo! woo!
Now I just made a poem! woo! woo!
-the coolest dude you've ever met or you ever will
See, that's what the whole concept.
On that, teachers expect to write about it and we expect them to give marks on it.
Even though we are super smart in some stuff but in the other categories, we are as dumb as a rock.
Next up was maths.
It was kind of boring 'cause everything the teacher was teaching us( the class) was already taught to me by the lady whom I know as mom.
Lets cut through the chase. Lunch break had begun.
Now every once in a while I start giggling about lunch break because of an incident that took place last year.
Here it goes.
In 2013,
We have a sports teacher in our school who keeps talking to girls, I mean, all the time. So one someone banged that guy on the head and he got a crazy idea. Just kidding, but the guy is nuts.
One day, after meditation (yeah, we have all of that stuff), it started pouring, so we had to wait till it stopped raining, so the teachers decided to play some songs for us. The only thing they did wrong, they gave this particular teacher to choose the song. So this teacher put some really unnatural song and started dancing on it.
Some teacher who is probably married and does not do dance well (I noticed) was dancing on a really unnatural song (I heard the lyrics).
All the kids from 8th standard were hooting and the vice principal started scolding that teacher in front of 4000 kids and more than 200 staff members out of which 150 were senior citizens.
I am pretty sure the principal must have pulled that teachers ear or shirt when we were not looking.
End of flashback
Now do you get the point ?
Moving on, we had our maths period, again.
We had to do some IMO problems. Lucky for me, I finished the problems before hand so I just read my garfield book.
Man, the book is just amazing, I have one next to me right now( time 9:49 pm)
Its just so innovative and funny, it bags 1st place in cool books.
Well thats the end of my day and my blog.
I got to go and eat some dinner.
Lucky for you I covered up almost everything today.
Just so you know, I have not mentioned my school's or guy's name 'cause I do not want to exploit them or anything, its just for fun.
Keep in mind that I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
PEACE
PS- Don't take the wrong meaning for the cool word.
Long time no read.
It is time to get started.
I woke up at about 6:45 this time. I know, last time I had mentioned that I am an organized dude but, you can't do the same stuff everyday. Except for Mr. Cadbury from Richie Rich, and Phileas Fogg from Jules Verne, have you ever heard about a guy doing the same thing everyday, well, answer THAT in the comments below.
I got dressed and went down for my meal I eat every single morning to get some energy inside me, or in short, breakfast. My mom gives me a lot and lot of stuff to eat. Specification: fruits.
But, I can't help it. I'm 12, in adolescence (cough, pimples, cough), so yeah.
I was getting so late that I had to carry 2 slices of apple in my very hands (yeah, not so cool)
The bus came, I went in, but unfortunately, I had to stand. Just so you know, I was the only bugger in the bus who had to stand.
You see, there used to be too many people in the bus with the number 11, the one in which I travel. So, the people responsible for the bus' insurance decided to make another bus with the same route. Now there are 2 buses, 11 and 11A.
Unfortunately, 11A broke down, so the load was back on us, or should I say, ME.
Its actually kind of rare that our 18th century buses broke down, but let me explain what happened when our bus broke down last year.
In 2013,
I was in 6th standard back then, and a rule given to us was that for 6th and above have to come to school on saturdays.
I personally think that this particular school holds a grudge against me or something because as soon as I step into matters, some or the other thing goes wrong.
Anyway, so only 6 or 7 people from our bus used to come on a saturday so they sent us the small bus. The small bus was actually kind of 19th century, but it was still old, and the worst part, no radio.
Fortunately, the bus driver forgot to check the oil tank, 'cause the bus ran out of fuel in the middle of the road.
Now this is the funny part.
The driver used his phone from 600 BC to call the authorities. They sent a aunty on a scooter with a tank of oil.
After filling the oil, the aunty left the scooter there itself and boarded the bus.
When we were about to reach school, some idiot reminded her. So now we had to take a u-turn, get the scooter and get back to school.
Normally, we reach school at around 8:15 but this time, we reached at around 9:30.
End of flashback.
We reached school.
I think my school doesn't look like a school but a college from where William Shakespeare got his degree.
To make it more easy, our school looked ugly.
Our general assembly was over so I could enjoy my friends failing their assembly in peace (no offence if you are reading).
After that the periods came. First was social.
Man, it was not understandable (just a metaphor, I read the textbook when I get back home).
For term 1 we had an excellent teacher to teach us social but now, our teacher is somewhat unique. She has decided that she will do notes first and the explanation later. Well, that explains a LOT about 10 years of training ( the teacher only said it).
Partially, it wasn't her fault because she had asked us what to do. Now that explains a LOT MORE about 10 years of teaching.
So the so called geniuses of our class or to be more specific, girls, chose this option (no "no offence to these guys").
The boys could not, or should I say, did not complain about it 'cause we like to go with the flow.
Next up was Hindi.
We learned a new poem about some guy getting a twig stuck in his eye. I mean, seriously! Poets nowadays are literally jobless. I'll make up a poem on spot. Lets see if this bad boy gets in any textbook
I am a cool dude! woo! woo!
I like to write stuff! woo! woo!
I also like reading books ! woo! woo!
Now I just made a poem! woo! woo!
-the coolest dude you've ever met or you ever will
See, that's what the whole concept.
On that, teachers expect to write about it and we expect them to give marks on it.
Even though we are super smart in some stuff but in the other categories, we are as dumb as a rock.
Next up was maths.
It was kind of boring 'cause everything the teacher was teaching us( the class) was already taught to me by the lady whom I know as mom.
Lets cut through the chase. Lunch break had begun.
Now every once in a while I start giggling about lunch break because of an incident that took place last year.
Here it goes.
In 2013,
We have a sports teacher in our school who keeps talking to girls, I mean, all the time. So one someone banged that guy on the head and he got a crazy idea. Just kidding, but the guy is nuts.
One day, after meditation (yeah, we have all of that stuff), it started pouring, so we had to wait till it stopped raining, so the teachers decided to play some songs for us. The only thing they did wrong, they gave this particular teacher to choose the song. So this teacher put some really unnatural song and started dancing on it.
Some teacher who is probably married and does not do dance well (I noticed) was dancing on a really unnatural song (I heard the lyrics).
All the kids from 8th standard were hooting and the vice principal started scolding that teacher in front of 4000 kids and more than 200 staff members out of which 150 were senior citizens.
I am pretty sure the principal must have pulled that teachers ear or shirt when we were not looking.
End of flashback
Now do you get the point ?
Moving on, we had our maths period, again.
We had to do some IMO problems. Lucky for me, I finished the problems before hand so I just read my garfield book.
Man, the book is just amazing, I have one next to me right now( time 9:49 pm)
Its just so innovative and funny, it bags 1st place in cool books.
Well thats the end of my day and my blog.
I got to go and eat some dinner.
Lucky for you I covered up almost everything today.
Just so you know, I have not mentioned my school's or guy's name 'cause I do not want to exploit them or anything, its just for fun.
Keep in mind that I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
PEACE
PS- Don't take the wrong meaning for the cool word.
Ik d incident!!!
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I know who you talk about
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