The first day in Don Bosco 5th class: I joined in this section called Violets. The first day was like terrible. I sat alone, nobody talked to me. It was boring. Everybody avoided me like the plague. The second day was better. I made a new friend called Sreeman. He was thinking he was HANUMAN. He could wind up like this in the future.
New friends other than Sreeman are - Chakresh, Nayesha, Ayesha, Vardhan, Ashwin, Darshini, Rishik, etc. These were my best friends. At the end of the year, Sreeman pranked me that he was leaving the school, I was sad. When I realized that this was a prank that Sreeman created, this had happened:
Other Fights: Sreeman and I fight about him being Hanuman. I tell him over and over that he is not Hanuman, just a regular boy. Ridiculous right! But he says, ‘ha ha ha! You brainless idiot. You just couldn’t admit that I am God, and you are jealous that I am’. I got pretty mad, I didn’t want to scold him, or fight with him, and that I decided I had to convince him that he is a regular boy. But for now, I will leave him alone. At least till six class.
Plus, we also have this problem with the girls. They keep picking on Sreeman and me and Chakresh. By girls I mean just three people. Jasmitha, Sourya, Joan. We always have to run away from them and shield ourselves. We could destroy them, except for the fact that we should not hit girls. I wanted to be a gentlemanish guy. So, a few times we just push them away and ran and hid in the crowd. What I mean by crowd is- there are three periods which involves breaks. First break period, Lunch break, and Second break period. In lunch break you have to stay in the class room and eat. But first break and second break you can go out into this humongously huge ground and runaround and play games. So that’s the crowd where Sreeman and I hid from the girls. When the girls tracked us down, we separated our ways. So that each one of us can deal with only one girl and not three. And after the bell rang, everybody goes into the entrance to go back to the classes and it’s like a tornado inside the building, and when you get sucked in, it’s like a blackhole of hands and feet and stinky smelly bodies and shouting and screaming excitedly to see who can get into the class first. So what Sreeman, Chakresh and I do is stay late. Because, we don’t want to get murdered by the clamping feet of formal shoes stomping your face and turning you into some mushy liquidy facey thing. Which makes you looks no longer a human but more like gooey disgusting coackrochish fungusish gorssish thing. By the way, I exaggerated.
New things learned: I learned nothing except math english social science etc etc etc… But the biggest thing I learned this year is that Sreeman is SUPER S—E—N—S—I—T—I—V—E.
