Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Momma takes me to school...

Unfortunately momma knew more about child psychology than what I knew about “momma psychology.” Momma says that right from the moment she saw me n held me, she knew I was different from her first born. Di was the friendly, sincere, disciplined daughter and most importantly, Di always listened to what momma said. Momma wasn’t a typical mother (and never will be).
After my “Potty Excuse” episode She did not force me to school. Instead, when school time would be over, she and I would stand at the school gate to take Di back home. Momma would encourage me to make friends with the school children and in no time did I learn that school can be fun and friends. As I was too proud, I did not want to tell momma that “now am ready for school” so I simply laid down my school uniform in the bed and took out the school shoes…I don’t remember what momma said…maybe she smiled. She had won the first of the many battles that were yet to come. ..

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Momma Says...

Momma says that Di was the best behaved kid any mother could have. She started going to school at the age of two and loved it…funnily it was me who used to start crying the moment I would see di in her school uniform n her school bag…it was a sense of being abandoned…of losing her...and every morning I would be damn frightened thinking she would never come back….and yes I started hating school (our school).To me it was an evil place.

Momma says I was the worst behaved kid of the lot…I was “jedi ” (stubborn), “chalak” ( no, not intelligent but cunning) , moody and yes a big egotist …I was too proud to cry in front of everyone and so frightened that I would hide and cry in the bathroom. I was chalak enough to make a feasible excuse not to go to school and it famously came to be known as “The Potty Excuse” ….I would quietly get dressed in my grey uniform (I hated the colour) without a fuss. As the clock struck 7, I would go n sit in the potty with of course the constipated expression ( I always believe acting is a God gifted talent—u don’t learn it u just have it) and wait till I could hear the school van stopping in front of our gate n then leaving without me. I would then come out all smiles. I was happy that I didn’t have to go to school, happier that I have fooled everyone around me and happiest because I can stay at home and be with my li'l sis, Baby Boo…no one understood me L…I had taken so much of effort for my dear li'l Boo…I didn’t want to leave her all alone…I didn’t want her to feel the way I felt when didi would leave me for her school…who will play with Baby Boo???who will talk to her n chat with her??? I had to make a choice between school n my lil sis n obviously I chose Boo.