My Sweet Medicines
10th grade is coming to an end, every time I shut my eyes my results which is said to be out by the third week of May haunts me. Keeping the results aside, one more thing which eats me from inside is that I won't see my friends, my classmates anymore to whom I am emotionally attached, after all, they were the one who supported me throughout my journey in Oakridge.
At the beginning of the year, my teachers use to encourage( or rather I would use the word 'torcher')us to study. They created a very terrifying image of boards in our mind. Every atom of the air we inhaled contained the word boards in it.
My friend and I would sit every day for lunch and Cribb about our miserable life, and fantasize our life after boards. We would talk immensely about our future plans such as are dream college, our ambitions. After all, there is no harm in dreaming. Right??
Some people in our class have this obsession with becoming mature or adults. Once my friend deemed me immature over a small fight. I wouldn't call myself immature, I think the right word would be insecure. We are still kids and we have no idea what maturity actually is. I think we should stop running behind maturity and enjoy our teenage life after all we won't get to live this moment once again. Maturity comes with age. Every experience we have goes in the maturity box.
We are blessed with a huge field. Some people would use it to showcase their talent in sports and some or I should say most would use it for showcasing their talent of gossiping. My friends and I would come every day in our spare time and showcase the talent of every girl gang.
At the beginning of the year, my teachers use to encourage( or rather I would use the word 'torcher')us to study. They created a very terrifying image of boards in our mind. Every atom of the air we inhaled contained the word boards in it.
My friend and I would sit every day for lunch and Cribb about our miserable life, and fantasize our life after boards. We would talk immensely about our future plans such as are dream college, our ambitions. After all, there is no harm in dreaming. Right??
Some people in our class have this obsession with becoming mature or adults. Once my friend deemed me immature over a small fight. I wouldn't call myself immature, I think the right word would be insecure. We are still kids and we have no idea what maturity actually is. I think we should stop running behind maturity and enjoy our teenage life after all we won't get to live this moment once again. Maturity comes with age. Every experience we have goes in the maturity box.
We are blessed with a huge field. Some people would use it to showcase their talent in sports and some or I should say most would use it for showcasing their talent of gossiping. My friends and I would come every day in our spare time and showcase the talent of every girl gang.
If we ask our parents if they ever cheated in their exams there answer would be "maybe once or twice" but we all know the reality. Our class is made up of 22 master brains. Those brains are not used for something productive as our teachers use to say but, for cheating. According to me, cheating is productive too. I mean it requires so much planning and thinking just to obtain 2 marks more in our exams. Some teachers use to think that the girls in the class our very innocent and would never indulge in cheating, but I guess they were wrong. Proof being we passed.
I use to await the most for classes, not because I wanted to study and that I was a nerd but I wanted to sleep with my eyes open just like a fish. I loathed studies during exams due to the pressure to get good marks. I am a procrastinator and therefore the word 'tomorrow' runs in my veins. My actual study starts a day before the exam, where the main thing which I will be doing is banging my head on the wall.
Did I mention the girls trip, how amazing it was? In my dreams. We planned this trip more than thousand times before boards(remember I mentioned earlier that we would fantasize our world after boards and this was a part of our fantasy). I really wanted it to work but I guess I forgot about parents consent. So.....No!!
I cannot stop time, but I can keep these beautiful memories in my heart and look into them whenever I feel confined and stressed. These memories are my medicine for life.
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