My first day at College
I still remember my first day at college. It was so memorable. I got the first division in Matriculation Examination and my father decided to send me to college. One day my father and I went to college. We got the admission form and filled it up. The principal signed the admission form and we deposited the dues. I was proud of being a college student. We were allocated roll numbers: mine was 20. The time-table was put up on the notice board and the classes started.
On the first day I reached the college before time. The senior students stood in wait for us, at the college gate. They were there to make “first year fools” of us. They passed funny remarks on us. They order us to stand in a line and march. There was no way but to obey. We were stamped as “Taxi” or “Fool”. I was very nervous.
At 8 o`clock the college bell rang. Our first period in English was take place in room No.5. I did not know the room was. An innocent-looking senior boy stood by me. I asked him very respectfully about the room No.5. He took pity on me and conducted me to a room. When I entered the room, I was received with roar of laughter. Unlucky for me, it was girl’s room. I rushed out.
Anyhow I found the room. The lecturer came and began to call the roll. It was a funny scene also. Some answered the roll-call in Urdu some in English and some in Arabic. The lecture was very friendly. He advised us in matters of discipline and behavior. When the period was over we move to another room. Almost all the lecturer delivered general lectures.
At our return to our home, we were again caught by the seniors. We were pinched, boxed, slapped and kicked by them. They snatched our pens and note books. Tears of helplessness welled up to our eyes. But we bore all this. We know that every dark cloud has a silver lining. After all we were going to start a new life of ease and freedom.
On the first day I reached the college before time. The senior students stood in wait for us, at the college gate. They were there to make “first year fools” of us. They passed funny remarks on us. They order us to stand in a line and march. There was no way but to obey. We were stamped as “Taxi” or “Fool”. I was very nervous.
At 8 o`clock the college bell rang. Our first period in English was take place in room No.5. I did not know the room was. An innocent-looking senior boy stood by me. I asked him very respectfully about the room No.5. He took pity on me and conducted me to a room. When I entered the room, I was received with roar of laughter. Unlucky for me, it was girl’s room. I rushed out.
Anyhow I found the room. The lecturer came and began to call the roll. It was a funny scene also. Some answered the roll-call in Urdu some in English and some in Arabic. The lecture was very friendly. He advised us in matters of discipline and behavior. When the period was over we move to another room. Almost all the lecturer delivered general lectures.
At our return to our home, we were again caught by the seniors. We were pinched, boxed, slapped and kicked by them. They snatched our pens and note books. Tears of helplessness welled up to our eyes. But we bore all this. We know that every dark cloud has a silver lining. After all we were going to start a new life of ease and freedom.
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