I only go to school twice a week. It’s only one month from the exams and obviously, everyone is busy at home revising, doing their tuition work and watching some Lost episodes on dvd. But it’s still cool to go to school from time to time though: one can socialise (and play some football as well)!
Actually two weeks ago, I met a friend, whom I haven’t seen for quite a long time. And we started to talk. We started to talk about football, like every other guy would, girls, cliche, and then the conversation drifted to friends. We talked about those guys who were in the same class as ours in our first three years (before we all changed class due to subject combination).
The old memories rushed back. We were free then; no important exams to worry about, no girlfriends to worry about, no nothing… The wicked stuff we were doing in Friday’s last class of English literature came back and we both laughed again, remembering.
And then we started discussing about each of our former classmates. Some were as cool as you would have expected them to be years back. Others became good-for-nothings, and a fair number had immigrated: 4 in a class of 35 pupils have immigrated (to Uk and Canada) actually.
Amongst those who had immigrated though, one came back. Apparently he had a row with his dad out there and returned to live with his mom. But he also got in disagreement with his mother and left his home. This guy had received an aggregate of 6 (best) for his S.C exams and he is now working as a waiter in some restaurant. To be able to live a life. I can still remember him; how he was seven years ago.
It’s amazing how people change. It really is.
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