I know I am two days late but, yesterday was my birthday and day before was the day I was way too excited for my birthday that I was too reluctant to write a post. I know I deserve no mercy for day before but, here’s the story.
I am just past a day and an hour or so of being a twenty-two year old and this is my story so far. Well sort of.
Zero – One well I was an infant then. I don’t really remember anything about that year. Except for what my parents tell me. And all they said about that year to me was that I was very chubby and very heavy for a baby my age. *laughs proudly*
One – Two I could recognize people by now. And I could walk and talk. I also got to be the elder sister to my cute little brother.
Two – Three I was a carefree kid. I didn’t really go to the nursery. My parents thought I was smart enough to go to KG directly than go to nursery and then school. ( which is not true though *chuckles*)
Three – Four and I was going to school now. I had a favorite snack. And a best friend which was my class teacher. And I loved drawing apparently even though I was really bad at it.
Four – Five I was now in Upper KG and I loved going to school. I had long hair. (which made me look like a little monkey) And I have a class photo of me looking else where than the camera.
Five – Six I was in grade one then and all I care about was come back home to watch Power Rangers. A kid who hated staying in school for the whole day. That was how it went for me mostly.
Six – Seven I was now in grade two and had a friend who would tell me stories which were unbelievable yet I did believe in her. She was my friend after all.(I was an innocent kid)
Seven – Eight I was now an elder sister who had her brother in class one. I would hang out with the friend who had been deceiving me. All because I didn’t know then that she was actually doing something so horrible to me. I also had pretty good grades then.
Eight – Nine I was in fourth grade. I met this new friend who was so cool that I had to hang out with her. I had a cousin who was quiet older than me but, I admired her. We went to watch our first movie from school. And we watched Mt. Everest. I will never forget that.
Nine – Ten I switch from pencil to pen. My handwriting gets worse. I go from a very excellent student to a below average kid. My mother had no idea on what was going on. I was also separated from my very close friend from my fourth.
Ten – Eleven I did improve myself. But, to my class teacher I was still no good. She thinks I was useless. I was given a seat partner who never really liked me. I got to know about the amazing thing called the internet. And my first ever email ID was created by my friend on the infamous Yahoo Mail. I also had gone through a disease called chicken pox.
Eleven – Twelve I was now in seventh and despite my lacking in studying well I loved my history lessons. Maybe because of the teacher who taught me them. I loved math too for the same reason of course. I was very close to a group of friends then. They all loved music and then I came across the word Mp3.
Twelve – Thirteen I was in my eighth now separated from my other friends and put in a complete different section/division. But, I met this another girl who changed my life all around from 0 to 360 degree. I had also been studying at the same level as the other grades. This was also the year where my parents had forced my brother into tennis.
Thirteen – Fourteen the adolescence and my first ever crush. I would follow him around with the new friend I had from my eight grade. I discovered that she was not as bad as I judged her to be. She had her own issues with a boy she liked. One day out of the blue I confessed her feelings for the guy to him. Cause she asked me to. (How silly was I? Please don’t think too much into it please.)
Fourteen – Fifteen it was the last year for me as a school going kid. And for the first time in life I had gone through the pain of loosing someone very close to me. And it was not easy for me to get out of the sadness. But, I had eventually gotten over it. I still do love the place though. The first time I ever had to go to another school to write my tenth grade exams. It was way too sad for me to leave school seriously though.
Fifteen – Sixteen I was now going to a junior college. Which is usually called 11th or sophomore year of high school. Again it’s kinda different back in out country. This place was no close to school. I knew no one except for one of my school mates whom I knew since my sixth grade. Being in the same class obviously drew us closer. And also for the first the time in many years it felt like I was gaining back my lost confidence. I was performing well in this junior college.
Sixteen – Seventeen the golden age. I had gotten shifted to another section. Of course I had this school mate of mine in the same section. But, also a girl whose still been inspiring me despite her flaws even today. And it was also the year where we all worked really hard to get into a good undergrad college.
Seventeen – Eighteen I had for the first time in life felt like I had been used as a tissue paper and throw away. And I had started college with the friend I met in my twelfth and we had the best of our first year as undergrads. Despite the awkward newness I found pretty good people whom I could hang out with.
Eighteen – Nineteen The year that did not go my way in any matter. And the year where I had actually found most of my maturity and sense of self from. The year which was sort of dark had a light to it in the form of my mother and brothers. Despite one brother is not related. I had found the real me that year.
Nineteen – Twenty my time . That’s all I can say about that time of my life. It was my last year at my college. (Again something which is difficult for me to explain to non – Indians.) I had found my path which was lost the previous year and had worked hard to achieve it. And I did eventually succeed.
Twenty – Twenty one am still working on it. Just making it to my target was not it. It was to move forward from there. I was now working towards my goal as a working adult. And working in this big fat world of criticism isn’t easy at all. Thank you to the most sensible bunch of colleagues I have that keep me sane enough to work. And this is also the year I had ever started something outside being just any other working person. I had started blogging. And I had never been more happy about this decision of mine.
Twenty one – something (I don’t really know how long I’ll live so this is how I hope for my future to be.) I know there’s a long not too easy path out there for me. And it would obviously only get harder for me. And I also know that I will figure out a way to make it through the path for me to discover newer ones.
The End? I think it’s just the start though….
I literally don’t have a clue how and why I wrote a story about myself. But, I just thought the idea of it is pretty cool. So, there you just read a story about me though they were just bits of my life. Hope you find one or two bits of it that you could relate to yourself as well.
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