First off, let me make one thing clear. I look a bit.. big in my blogger picture because I'm wearing a turtleneck and a jacket.
I'm actually much thinner.
Yes, I had that conversation with someone the other day.. and this one too..
And I write everything on my blog so openly and honestly because I don't care what people think. Everyone has their own opinions.. and I'm not going to change how I talk or look just to please someone. Unless it's my parents, of course. Or my boss. Who is a really cool guy, by the way.
I'm back to wishing that I had a twin.
If one of me can make it to Head Boy and Student Government, then two of me can rule the world.
Besides, imagine the fun I would have!
Speaking about fun.. I ran after my dad's police mobile the other day (or was it on the first roza?) to give him his cell phone, which he had inconveniently forgotten. Unfortunately, I am not Kid Flash, and I can't run at 50km per hour.
Instead, I'm..
Me.
I had my first full day of work today. It was the first day for the kids too, so you can imagine the.. um.. managed chaos.
It was managed because the administration was ready to deal with it and had some extra help from people who used to study here (hey, I'm trying to be modest by not writing my own name).
And speaking of being here, the nostalgia is.. incredible.
I can take two steps and I remember the exact places where I saw my first crush.. where I used to sit in Ramadan as Head Boy.. where I was given my traditional birthday bumps..
I can look around an empty corridor and see the kids who used to run around; I can see the teachers walking to their classes, and I can hear one or two teachers trying to knock some sense into their classes.. yes, I have a very.. vivid imagination. Alhamdullilah. All thanks to Allah.
I can re-create scenes in front of me and describe them even if there is the exact opposite there.. like a desert while I'm standing at the beach.
Anyway. I guess that if you study in a school for eleven years, then you know all its secrets.. all its habits.. everything.
It's just incredibly different. But hey, I won't complain, I'd rather be here, at the place which defined me, than anywhere else in the world.
This was a long post.
I'm actually much thinner.
Yes, I had that conversation with someone the other day.. and this one too..
And I write everything on my blog so openly and honestly because I don't care what people think. Everyone has their own opinions.. and I'm not going to change how I talk or look just to please someone. Unless it's my parents, of course. Or my boss. Who is a really cool guy, by the way.
I'm back to wishing that I had a twin.
If one of me can make it to Head Boy and Student Government, then two of me can rule the world.
Besides, imagine the fun I would have!
Speaking about fun.. I ran after my dad's police mobile the other day (or was it on the first roza?) to give him his cell phone, which he had inconveniently forgotten. Unfortunately, I am not Kid Flash, and I can't run at 50km per hour.
Instead, I'm..
Me.
I had my first full day of work today. It was the first day for the kids too, so you can imagine the.. um.. managed chaos.
It was managed because the administration was ready to deal with it and had some extra help from people who used to study here (hey, I'm trying to be modest by not writing my own name).
And speaking of being here, the nostalgia is.. incredible.
I can take two steps and I remember the exact places where I saw my first crush.. where I used to sit in Ramadan as Head Boy.. where I was given my traditional birthday bumps..
I can look around an empty corridor and see the kids who used to run around; I can see the teachers walking to their classes, and I can hear one or two teachers trying to knock some sense into their classes.. yes, I have a very.. vivid imagination. Alhamdullilah. All thanks to Allah.
I can re-create scenes in front of me and describe them even if there is the exact opposite there.. like a desert while I'm standing at the beach.
Anyway. I guess that if you study in a school for eleven years, then you know all its secrets.. all its habits.. everything.
It's just incredibly different. But hey, I won't complain, I'd rather be here, at the place which defined me, than anywhere else in the world.
This was a long post.
I didn't think you looked big on your blogger picture. you looked normal to me :P I liked what you said about the not caring part, there are plenty people who should follow that way of thinking. If you care too much of what other people, then there is no fun :P
ReplyDeletelol I wish I had a twin man! One that looked EXACTLY like me so that my twin could go in and do my tests/exams for me : P lol
You look perfectly normal, definitely not big.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had studied in a school for eleven years...I've changed school four times, and never been in a school for longer than three years.
You sound really happy to be back in school teaching:)
Oh how I wish I had a twin! That would be so awesome :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I think if I ever stepped foot in my old school, I'd react the same way you did - recreating memories etc. Though I'd probably get all teary eyed!
I too want a twin, i would bang his head, burst his nose and beat him for no reason, Wrestelmania.
ReplyDeletewow epic.
nyc post, good luck with the teaching, and do give ur students lots of homework, kill them :P
lol, joking
I WANT A TWIN TOO!
ReplyDeleteYou sound like the Weasley twins in HP when you say "then you know all its secrets.. all its habits.. everything."
"And I write everything on my blog so openly and honestly because I don't care what people think."
I Agree to much to this. I do the same. Whats the point of blogging when you can't be yourself? =D
Nice post !!!!
I wish i had a twin too.. well yeah my Mom wishes EVEN MORE for i don't come up to her girly-standards. :p
ReplyDeleteAnd I KNOWWW how it feels to study at a place for so long and re visiting it. Its like you remember everything, every person sitting on the benches, in front of canteen. A rush of memories.
Though i have never been to same school for 11 years, but i have been to 17 schools. So yeah, i can imagine how it feels. And shuker allhamdulliah, i have a very vivid memory too! :D
P.s: I think i've got this write-long-comments-on-everyone's-blog syndrome nowadays. I really do.
hmmmmm crush! now we are sharing. Good luck with ur hectic schedule and NO! you don't have to change urself for anyone except for ur parents, or maybe boss.
ReplyDeleteNormal is overrated; That would be fun, wouldn't it? Skipping classes.. Skipping tests..
ReplyDeleteCricketfreak; teaching is actually fun if you can make the kids listen to you :o
Hazel; It sort of happens naturally =/
Ateeq Mughal; Wrestelmania? There are so many more fun things to do with twins :p
Hamza Bin Laden; I can make the Mauderer's Map for my school :p
KN; My mom says that one of me is more than enough :p
17, wow :o
I crave long comments!
Aiman; thank you :)
i see you're an Hp fan. dude what school were u in?
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