What after school isn't in my hands
After successfully killing my first dream, my parents gave me an opportunity to choose a group for 11th class.
You know having typical Indian parents we have only two groups to choose, one in maths or in science. Because you have to be either an engineer or a doctor. else you are not successful according to your living society.
Nothing to wonder, I too have the same type of parents. I said that I have got an opportunity to choose a group right, it's an opportunity to select one from what my parents want me to choose not what I want to learn.
Nanna, I can't study maths and science let me go with the Arts. Are you a stupid stop being childish, what are you going to make with arts. Look at your mama's son, he did his engineering, and work in the most renowned software company and earning 80k per month. Think big about your future like everyone does, and choose a group between maths and science.
No, nanna, I have no interest in those subjects, I requested my parents.
But there's no use of requesting these typical parents who think good marks can make you successful.
I couldn't dare to argue with my dad and have no option except for maths. But deep inside I was feeling very low, why they compared me with others and emphasizing me to enhance their strengths to lead my life? Why should I copy others lifestyle to lead my life? But these words were buried inside me with fear and prepared myself, to join intermediate(the 11th class with MPC) which can make an engineer.
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probably my parents would be so happy about choosing a course they want me to opt.
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Ummm, the first day to college and I'm soo nervously entered the classroom and as usual, you know. People fight for the first bench in school and for the last bench after school. That's how the life of everyone evolves. Probably I was the hapless person on that day and I have no option except to be seated on the first bench. And that was the first time I really felt Of having an online booking for benches too. so that I could get a seat on the last bench. During the complete course. Fifty minutes passed and our class got rid of that tall fat maths lecturer who looks like a white coloured hulk and whatever he's explaining is very arduous to understand to my little brain. It's time for another class now it's English as per time table, I love English and Telugu classes because we never find any formulae or any stupid theories which I have to fix in the mind.
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Hi, students, good morning I'm Mr Kiran said our lecturer stepping into our school. good morning sir, we replied all together. It's our first class, what do we do now? None replied. Let's go, home sir, I murmured. What? Mr Kiran asked me in a low voice and I just smiled. No problem saying louder, what do you want to say. nothing sir, I replied. Ok, I'll decide let us introduce ourselves to everyone, umm from where should I start with you, Mr Kiran said pointing his hand towards me. From the last sir, I said. He smiled Ok hey, you last Girl let us start with you, just say your name, your school name and from where you are coming.
"Good morning sir, I'm Jennifer, I studied in R.K.P.School and I belong to Repalle".
When I heard the name Jennifer my heart rate went high and started beating vigorously and in a flash, I turned my head back to confirm is really she's here, yes she is the girl. Jenny my classmate, my lovesick from past 3 years to whom I couldn't dare to tell her that I enamoured her. Whatever happened was history let it go. Now Finally, I got something I like in this college after losing my wants.
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to be continued.