Study time

Ameya Deshpande
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read

One does not have a world view in 8th grade. In 8th grade you are an 8th grader. A free spirited, comparatively naive idiot. 8th grade space is the period in one’s life where a moment of realization really sticks by. A moment of realization which takes down the universe which center’s around you. This is about that moment in my life of 18 years. A winter evening. An evening that goes from orange to black and not sunlight yellow to black. I’m in a boarding school with 40 other idiots like me. Me and 5 other idiots decide to spend a little extra time on field during sports time enjoying the dying orange in the sky and football. Mostly football. We then head back, take a bath to then head to our study time in the school building. It’s 6:50 and we are 20 minutes late for the study time. Me and my friends don’t care about how late we are. We think we are super cool coming in late, but we totally weren’t. We head to the class with our collars up, you know like cool students. The study time supervisor scolds us while we continue to neglect her, you know like cool students. She lets us in and we head to our benches. Its 7:15 and I feel bored. I pull out the oldest trick in the book of sleeping in class when being supervised and keep a book vertically covering my eyes, which close in 3…2…1. It’s been 2 minutes since I’m trying to sleep and the supervisor hasn’t noticed. I feel like a mastermind. I grin like an antihero in my mind. As I begin to feel better about my cunning behavior and descend into mellow after sports evening sleep somebody catches hold of the book and slides it down to have it horizontal. I look up it’s the supervisor. We have an eye contact during which my grin is transferred to her face. She waits for the iron to heat up and strikes with timing saying “Tumhe lagta hai iss duniya main tumhi ek sayane ho aur baaki sab velle baithe hai”. She then walked off leaving me stunned about myself. She blew a breath of self-awareness on me and stepped right out of my mind to leave me alone pondering. It’s been 6 years since and I haven’t forgotten those 15 seconds of my life. I probably never will.

    Ameya Deshpande

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