I remember clearly my childhood and going to school, first thing in the morning 7am clock alarm was the Panic Alarm for me, I used to hate 7 o clock because I knew it’s time for SCHOOL. My mom used to yell at me, but there you see frictionless movement by me, even at times ( or ) mostly I used to get beaten up by mom but over with in that time, I used to decide should I wake up or not ! its daily routine ! Okay finally I am up done with brushing my teeth, came back in a room wearing my uniform ( GOD I HATE SCHOOL ) watching TV and specially PTV morning Transmission, where cartoon comes after waiting ages and only for 3 mins, beside it first, exercise a guy doing some stupid things on-screen wondering did he ever went to school or not? why is he doing all this and on his left and right there are mirrors seems like regime standing and doing all together, but No in actual it’s just one guy who is paid to do this idiotic thing on television which makes no sense and on top of it The Music ..! The composition, the tune so pathetic that One which gets inside your brain doesn’t get out for centuries, because while writing this ( Yeah I can hear it in my head ) getting done with that, I know it’s gonna be again another, bad day at school, having tea and biscuits with a sadness on my face seeing, like i’ll be slaughtered in the school. next thing staring clock and waiting for the school van to arrive, around 750 am my school van used to come and throw me at school by 8am now shit starts! honestly for me seeing the school board written ( CENTRAL JAIL FOR CHILDREN ) and my mood used to be always upset when entering in the school, because morning sky, birds, the warm & cold breeze, this school is taking my freedom from me.
The Inside Story, Teachers were like, Jailers and I wasn’t the only prisoner Nope! those of us who are in junior classes like 1 or 2 ” we are being sentenced for 8 to 9 years” and those prisoners studying in 8 and 9th ” they’ll be here for 2 to 3 years ” That’s how I made up my mind, making friends? well I was never interested in making these criminals prisoners my friends, their limit is till this Central Jail so-called school. I don’t wonna see their faces after that, ever again ! I seriously don’t know why kids like going to school and how many are there like me. schools are for logic building, well I don’t want this crap can I skip it off ! No you cannot dear you ain’t no fuckin special than any other.
Jailer ( Teachers ) and opening the book and copy, taking out my pencil makes my heart hate this universe a little more. Not a single thing was interesting in entire schooling a little relief was free period or sports GoT the chance to see the sky and breath some air. well frankly I spent most of the years staying quite, all thou I was favorite kid of many female teachers they used to make me sit on their lap while other prisoner used to get jealous I wish I knew back than that THIS IS HEAVEN BOY! but I didn’t knew anything at all even I used to fall asleep on their shoulder, God was I blind ! I still remember the fragrance coming from Pretty teachers, Touch of Heaven. I swear.. that’s one part i miss because i was wanted child.
When I was 4th Grade, I started Badminton, I was good at it, beating others up in this game, but I made some changes, took my shoes and socks and played with naked feet, shoes weren’t gripy at all. like this I was able to response rapidly, I was not bad at academics my grades were always good, being the most anti school kid ! verily skip off days at least 2 to 3 in a week and rest in central jail for kids. drawing period was fine as compared to other depressive intense mental illness subjects, my school used to get off by 1 pm, anxiously waiting for it, simply I used to pack my beg in last period at least 15 minutes before 1 o clock. for this I got to hear alot from teachers but I never gave a fuck, as the bell rings and Here I go again on my own… Going Down only road I’ve ever known…..
Problem was none of the student were music listeners, none had passion nor even a piece of information about Cars , Space , Air Crafts Speeding , Racing , Nothing at all, all were common ass holes and girls weren’t that pretty to offer them anything. it was like entire central jail was lack of wisdom and beauty which I wanted my beholder eyes been searching but this ain’t no place where I feel better. mostly stair out of the window watching the sky making plans to escape once for all ! how to? those female teachers I never liked were the one who used to yell and scream at me, because I don’t remember in my entire life doing home work! I mean what the hell, Class Work and then Home Work? where is my life? what about my time. Getting back home, throwing the beg away taking my shoes and socks off Time to Land approaching bed 3 , 2 and there you go ! the worst thing is timings are so wrong, when a child wants to sleep he’s kicked off to school, kids also like night life. staying up late. but somehow Central Jail days went by, so I thought I must share it with you all, who knows there must be someone who also think like me.
By : Faree Imaan