'A light-hearted look at a day in my school life.' DRAFT
Tawanda W.T Mulalu
“What the … are you doing here?”
This was literally among the first words said to me on my
first day. I looked up at him, not exactly knowing what to say. I was the same
age as him but I still felt so... small. I felt puny and insignificant. Would I
too, in the following year become as tall and and dominating as he? Would Form
Three make me grow to magnificent heights and attract girls from all over?
“Umm- I'm ah, in this class now.”
Form 3M. I had misguidedly picked this class due to two major reasons and other smaller but important factors. Reason one consisting of Amrit and Aabhilwe. Both very nice and smart people whom I very much appreciate. Reason two being the words that Rebekah said to me last year that me smile inside: “You should come to Form 2, you're just like us!” Of course this was last year, but it really is the same children in the same year group. The smaller reasons being the others in the class I had already met in Creative Writing and wondering what it might be like to be in the same class as the boys that the girls in Form One (the ones this year and the ones now in Form 2) constantly giggle about. Another small reasons was thinking I'd have old friends and new friends. All of the reasons have failed in some way or the other. I'll list how.
How My Reasoning Failed Me.
The First Reason
(1)Amrit gets incredibly touched very
easily. Therefore we will have some stupid argument about something vaguely
scientific and one of us will not talk to each other for hours, and currently:
days. I plan on giving him some cookies my sister baked to make him feel
better. I did not like typing this.
(2)Aabhilwe died. It sucks incredibly
and while she was in hospital I sent her two 80s editions of books in the
African Writer's Series ( A Man of The
People, Chinua Achebe; Devil On The
Cross, by a guy whose full name is despairingly hard to spell so I won't
bother and just type 'Ngugi' like all the other non-African people even though
I'm not non-African but really can't be bothered to try harder than I need to)
and I'm not sure if I'm getting them back. Ever. I think they'll be rather rare
in a decade or two...I miss her.
The Second Reason
(1)I came to Form 3, not 2. Also,
everything I need to know about French is done in Form 2 which thus explains my
current situations of being 'slightly less than average.' As I type this, I am
neglecting to finish studying for my French exams which will, what is the slang
term for it? Yes, they will 'rape me.'
(2)I don't feel 'just like them.' I
feel younger. Though it brings me joy that I am more or less in the upper 10 of
best students in class academically despite skipping a grade. Yay!
Concerning The
Smaller Reasons
(1)The 'others' are all girls.
(2)I'm the only black guy that doesn't
actively hang out with the other black guys; who happen to be the people whom
the girls talk about. This was not the case when I was in Form One, and where
this may place me in 'the social order' is slightly concerning. Slightly.
(3)Old Friends: Well, I got dumped for
not spending time with my ex-girlfriend
because I was in the library all the time pretending to study. I haven't
told her that I was pretending to study yet.
(4)New friends: The 'others' are all
girls.
So, why did I write: 'Form 3M. I had misguidedly picked this
class'? Well the general consensus...
Mr. Dambe: (To Form
3M) “I hope you guys improve this year because last year was...”
Student A: “That
class? Why that class?”
Student B: “Really?”
It continues. This information came to me after I had my
decision. I didn't research.
Always research. Always.
So, how is a typical day in Form 3M?
“IOAHDFIOJEIOHFEKDLNFJ;RIO;JEAOF;MK,DNFIOJEHLFKDMNFIPOJEMN;VNIOSJGFD;HFJDEFJE;JFKLJDFIOJEKFDJIOPJVEHOIVKDLJFIOEJMVNDIOVHGEOIVKDFLJNIOEJD;LKJCV!!!!!KDJF;EOIJFKEJFIJEJ;LKDJFIODJKFH;EJIOFDLK!!!!!!!!!!!!IJE;LFIDJ;ISLJLEIJJKL;FJD;I!”
I really can't tell you how many decibels that sound could
be measured to be, but what I can tell you is that it is now the music of my
life, and that I sway to its beat.
It is a song that makes me happy, everyday. I smile as I
type this.
