Busy,Busy Bee.

Alright,been quite some time since I haven't updated.
Trust me,I have been as busy as a bee.Even today is the inter-house calligraphy competition.
YIKES!
Don't have a clue.I was the host of the Academic Day a few days ago along with Saffiullah.

Plus a night before that there was our cultural evening.
It was on such a short notice that we only did three performances.A skit I wrote last year based on Friendship,a dance by 2 Jrs on Desi Boyz and a song by another singing Jr.

It was good and highly enjoyable.The only blunder was the mike.We didn't place it in the middle and very few people got the essence of the skit!
Oh well.
Studies are getting harder and harder.
Toyes are flewing by in SecONDS@!
( Toye = study time(Ironic,No?) )

Plus I wake up every day,arounf 4:50 because the namaz is at 5:10
Bell
GTG!

3 weekiestsa!

Augh,the Humanity!
About three weeks roughly and my head is  spinning out of control.I had to shift from my old Dormitory # 6 to
Dormitory # 7 and then to Dorm # 9!
So much shifting!
Plus all the subjects have gotten more complicated and tremendously HARDER,then before.I have to hang on to every word of the teachers just to understand them!
A new tall kid from America came to our class today.His name is Shazaib.Man is he tall,when he came in with shorty Umar Farooq to class,Ashfaque asked Umar if his dad came with him!
:P
Everything seems much more dry and boring.I am trying to follow the tough routine.The most unfair thing in the entire routine is the Computer Lab lessons.
1 lesson per week.
40 mins only.
Make that 30,as it takes us about 10 minutes to just come here and then get a good computer.
Speaking of that Lab lesson,on Monday after break I was assaulted by WASPS!

I was climbing the stairs and was about to enter the lab when one came and stung me on my left ear.I sprinted,towing my books laden satchel along with me.My heavy bag slowed me down,and I received another sting on my back.

I thundered down the corridor(narrowly missing an English sir)and then writhed on the floor.

The pain,the insane pain.Fire going through my body.I couldn't handle it.It was searing,burning and I was churining from the inside.

(By the way I am typing one might think I was Bella and was injected with vampire venom) :P  

I threw my bag and keys to my classmates and ran out of the Jilani Block and out on the main road.I took of my school shirt and was panting heavily.My ear had swelled to the size of a giant WALNUT!
I had a mini-Mount Everest on my back.
I kept on brisk walking and saw a lot of my Juniors in the way.

The doors of the dispensary BURST open and in jumped      Ahmad.

"Latif Bhai,Latif Bhai,I need an injection!" I managed to speak with a semi-dry throat.

I was taken to the ward where Usama Latif,I good friend of mine was resting.He saw me get injected TWICE!Once on my right arm,but due to lack of vein visibility I had to get another on my left.

 HE IS A WITNESS THAT I DIDN'T CRY OUT IN PAIN LIKE A SISSY GIRL!

Due to the anesthesia and the sleeping drugs in the injection,I felt sleepy.I snoozed and snored for 2 periods and a half.I woke up and Abbas Bhai took me back on his cycle to school .
Only last 5 mins were going on then.

Time = 10 O clock.
About to be up,
That is all for now,sorry fror the typos and spleeing mishtakes as I am a hurry and out of paractise.
Sayoonara and Allahafiz!
:D  

New Teachers Arrive,Old Teachers Depart.

                            Da da Da Dummmm!

In the computer lab as the Islamiat Professor,Sir M.Ali Zafar didn't come today.I hope he is well.
I and the rest of 10th C is in the lab.Zeeshan Tariq is playing games on miniclip,Haziq is viewing pictures of cars,Ashaq is looking things up related to studies.

The old atmosphere is gone.A lot of changes are here.There are a lot of new teachers over here at Chand Bagh now.If truth be told,the look really stunned.A little confused too.Imagine going through the academic block after just barely 3-4 days,and NOT gettting lost in the maze of the identical looking corridors.I remember in my first year,I got lost till the first few weeks!

Some mischevious old students sent me the wrong way,and instead of the Arts Room,I ended up at Physics lab!
I hope they aren't facing the same.I for myself have tried to be friendly,greeting them whenever they pass,and trying to make them feel more welcome.

Naturally all of the male teachers are quite frank and open with us,whereas the female teachers think that we are "Rowdy Rough Boys".
:P
I just want to correct that.I myself am not perfect,why I am perfect at being imperfect! But the difference is that I try to be perfect. :D
There are a lot of other great and WONDERFUL students here.Its just that,spotting them and then interacting with them is kind of hard for new teachers due to majority being disruptive and naughty.These boys themselves avoid trouble,so I take my hat Off to old teachers who not only controled the naughty ones but also,spotted the talented ones and shined them till they were sparkling clean!
:D
I myself am so lucky to have those teachers whom I don't consider a person to keep secrets from.
Cbstian (pronounced Sebastian) teachers are not plain teachers.They are an elder brother,father and a best friend all gift wrapped into one.Mothers too!

All my life I thought that you have to cold shoulder teachers but,thats palin impossible here if your at CBS.
The teachers are a life-line when your parents aren't here.

They are the support on which we are leaning on and learning to walk our way outside the "cold and cruel world!"
The equation is

Student giving Respect = Teachers giving endless Love.

I hope I keep on being a good student,work hard and most of all,never disappoint my parents.
Till the next time I get a free period,
this is me,Ahmad(more commonly called Ahmad Aamir)
Signing Out.

First Day,Back At Chand Bagh School.

Woah!
I didn't feel anything when I was packing or setting my things right for my boarding school.
Even on the road trip I was silent and not fussed.
But the main impact hit me,when I saw the outer gates of Chand Bagh.My heart fluttered up my throat and I was frozen.I saw the familiar grounds,the greenery.The magnificent sceenery.But then it hit me,
I am here for my Hat-rick year.
No parents,family or outside friends anymore.
I also felt really heavy and was in a dream-like state when I was unpacking my stuff.I got my same dormitory as last year,and picked my same old cupboard even though a better one was unoccupied.I am really attached and used to it, thats why!
:D
I also was scared and tensed up about O Levels this year,but I talked to my sister and she calmed me down.She also motivated me to perform better and take this like a challenge!
So far,so good.
My old Matron has gone to another house and a new one has taken her place.She is not as jolly as her but she is kind and caring like her.
Lets see in a few weeks time what her true demeanor is!
:P
A lot of new teachers have came.Female ones too,which is kind of surprising as last year there were very few few female teachers.About 10%,this year there is a major increase and now they stand at 25%!
I am just hoping that they will be able to teach us Rowdy,rough boys.
:P