No intro, jumping right into the point!
1: I am thankful to my
“all girls” school for teaching me how to interact with boys
Since LKG (I still don’t know what it stands for btw 😄) I have always studied in the same school meaning in an all-girls school (don’t judge me, it’s one of the most popular ones in my city). This means that there is absolutely no boy in my school. As crazy as it may sound, it’s true. So because of that, we children know exactly how to behave with boys 😂.
I’ve had a few guy friends in my life from time to time so I have avoided the awkwardness and I don’t find it uncomfortable to be around boys and talk with boys. It feels perfectly normal to me. Though, that’s not the case with some of my other friends. Not everyone I know finds it normal. It’s just something they are so not used to that what they think about it is just nonsensical. But understandable! TBH, it makes things a little fun at times but can be annoying at others too.
2: I am thankful to my school for teaching me… Maths!
Now, who doesn’t like Maths! Who doesn’t like solving the same sum over and over again only to get stupid results! Who doesn’t like finding out how long it will take for 20 men to finish a 30-day meal if they keep running for 3 hours non stop at a speed that is 1/4th the speed of Gatimaan Express if its final velocity is 20m/s and the direction of the wind is equal to the hypotenuse of a triangle with base 3 cm! Courtesy of teachers: take value of pi as 3.14 🙂.
The other day, my maths teacher was talking about the letter “Z” and I accidentally misheard it for “jet” and when I looked it up on Google, here’s what I found (brace yourself):
In mathematics, the jet is an operation that takes a differentiable function f and produces a polynomial, the truncated Taylor polynomial of f, at each point of its domain. Although this is the definition of a jet, the theory of jets regards these polynomials as being abstract polynomials rather than polynomial functions.
Yeah, Maths is THE BEST….🙃.
3: I am thankful to my school for teaching me how to do stitching and knitting 🤨
From running stitch to knot stitch, our school taught us stuff we would
never always use in our life. Yeah, seriously, I am planning on knitting sweaters when I grow up, selling them at cheap costs and making a living 😆. Honestly, I don’t even remember how to do the chain stitch anymore. And that’s not the only thing we had to make. We made stuff so rare and so useful that even the Oxford Dictionary wouldn’t have their names listed in it. Makrams, bukrams (not sure if the spelling is right) glittering baskets, clay pots and even beautifying mobile covers! So useful, I know right!
4: I am thankful to my school for teaching me that English is superior to Hindi
I study in a Convent School so obviously, our teachers are constantly enforcing stupid rules to make us speak in English at all times. And since rules are rules, we do what? We break them, of course.
Now, English is an awesome language but there is something called “DESHBHAKTI” if you have ever heard of it. Hindi is our “MAATRABHAASHA” and if you tell us to stop talking to each other in our MAATRABHAASHA, boy, who will ever listen to you?
Being an Indian, I especially feel weird seeing people insert random English lines in their conversations with friends. To me, if I start speaking in English with my friends, my friends would think that I have inhabited a ghost or something. And who are these teachers, telling us to stop speaking in Hindi when we students, have literally caught our English Teacher calling her fellow teachers yaar an infinite number of times?
And last, but so not the least…
5: I am thankful to my school for teaching me that the other section is always better than ours.
Come on now, in which school doesn’t this happen 😂! Teachers only have one line and that is: