Bishal's POV (person's pov not refering to the diary, from here on)
It was my first day at school and I almost died falling down the stairs but I was lucky thanks to my good roommate Avik. He saved me in time or else I would have been visiting the hospital on the very first day.
But hell, I sprained my left hand. Now how can I wash my butt after pooping. Ahhhh....God I'm so unlucky.
Yes, that's how my first day started.
The previous night was also not too good cause the seniors called the freshers and told us to do various kind of things. I was asked to sing and I was grateful for that cause I could sing well. If I were told to do other things like dancing I would've died of embarrassment right there. After doing what they told us to do they asked us to wash their clothes. Like, boys why would we? It's your clothes, why would we wash them? Why don't you wash it yourselves?
Obviously I was saying this in my mind not in front of them. I am a sensible person and I know when to open mouth, when not. If I protested at that time they would make me wash all the clothes by myself and I didn't want that. So I choose to remain silent and follow their orders.
After washing the clothes seriously I was dead tired. As I entered the room I hit the bed and slept immediately. I don't know when Avik came cause I was too busy sleeping.
Anyways back to my sprained hand.
I was immediately taken to the school nurse mam. She gave some oinment to rub on my hand and gave me some painkillers cause it was hurting a lot.
For this me and Avik reached school late and the teacher was already in the classroom. The teacher was scary.
He asked, "Why are you late in the class on the first day?"
Avik was scared I think so I spoke cause I was the main reason we arrived late.
"Sir I fell down the stairs and sprained my hand, he was helping me actually." I explained.
He then let us enter and to my bad luck again we got the last bench to sit. But it was okay cause Avik seemed to be a little nervous. Who cares. I was busy looking at the girls in my class. They look pretty. Nobody were eye catching but they were pretty.
First day we didn't study cause we were introducing ourselves to every teacher and I was tired of it. Like six times I have to repeat the she thing, "Hello, my name is Bishal. I am twelve years old and I want to be an engineer when I grow up."
At that point I really got tired of my name and the word engineer. At the break time we were given books and that was a whole another story that make me angry.
We were given previous year's old books from seniors. Some were good but some were torn and we were asked to mend them and use it until they are not usable anymore. The teacher said that we can change our books if it is in too bad condition so I went to change some of my books. But he said that it was okay and also mentioned that there is a rule in government schools that a book can be used at most three years or even more until they are unusable. At last I couldn't change them cause my opinion doesn't matter to him.
I didn't ask further to change them. After listening to the rule I understood the fact that they are now in my hand and I have to take care of them.
Out of all the classes I don't like any of them. The best time was the evening. At that time everyone play in the playground. It was the free time. You can study, play or just sit it's your choice. But there was a restriction. Boys were not allowed to come near girls. It's like studying in a all boys and all girls school not a coed school. Coed is just for show. Anyway it was necessary cause the generation is not good, lol!
At night all boys were sent back to the school for two hours of self study. And of course I was goofing around with Avik. We became buddies during class time.
Like every other classes there are different types of students Topper, backbenchers, teacher's pet etc. Among them Avik and me were the backbenchers. But Avik was a little more studious than me. I hate studying.
And well my days went on following this routine everyday.