Balatkar Princi - Innocent Kido

I wasn't a bad kid, (at least I don't think so. One would really have to ask my mom.) But I did get sent to the principal's office a couple of times every month of my 12 years of graded school. I was a regular guest of her cabin. U c..She would always call me to share her candid moments. I never thought I would deal with getting in trouble well as a kid and when faced with the shame of getting in trouble or disappoint my parents. I would always burst into tears, which made for them even more humiliating experience. To be honest, even now, I never want to disappoint my parents but that just happens. I would still have a hard time holding back the tears not really for their disappointment but for another extra dosage .Serious BALATKARRRRRRRR:-P

The first time I went to the principal's office was when I was in my first grade (yes, I started early). My School was built a lot like a college in that different standards had different buildings (trailers) and school grounds look more like a campus. My school's doors would only open 15 minutes before the first class of the day, which means that there would be a group of students (whether dropped off by an early bus or parent, or just early in general) waiting outside for the janitor to unlock the doors. I was sent off early to school by my mom with my sack lunch in hand. I remember specifically that I had an apple in my lunch that day. I remember a fifth grader was making fun of me for something. I don't remember what he was making fun of me about, but what a piece of crap, making fun of a five year old (that seems way crueler to me now as an adult than it did at the time). I did what any self respecting kid would do; I took my sack lunch and jumped as high as I could, swinging that paper bag in a windmill around his back to conk that evil fifth grader right on the head. The bag broke and my lunch went flying. The sandwich and chips were saved because of the sandwich bags that protected them, but the apple was ruined as it smashed against the cold cement. A few minutes later the doors to the school were opened. As I was walking past the administrative area which housed the principal's office I was stopped and instructed to go to the principal's office. I don't recall much of the conversation that ensued, but I do remember I was in tears the entire time. “Raise your hands…. UP …MORE UP” ..fhattttt…

 fhattttt….

 In her closing remarks, the principal asked me if I was okay, and in between sobs I tried my best at 5 year old humor and said that I was fine, but I didn't think there was any help goanna be provided too ,except complaining to my nerdy sister which she would easily parcel home with decoration (colorfully ah..mind u ). Now you should have understood why I would sob.

The second time I was sent to the principal's office was where it can get to be a little cold every once in a while. I was at school early again waiting with some friends for the locks to be unhitched and the students be allowed to start their day. Much to our surprise we found that one of the doors had been left unlocked so we slipped inside to escape the cold (and because it was cool to sneak into the school). We found a bathroom on the third floor to hide in until school started, but were apparently a little too loud, because within a few minutes a teacher ordered us to leave the bathroom and marched us straight to the principal's office. Once again, I don't remember what the principal said, but it was short and punishment was doled out, because she must have understood that we were just escaping the class test scheduled.

In the 7th grade, I was sent to the principal's office for not doing my homework in math. (I hate math class). Kneel down…, raise ur hands .. Do it now … fast … fast… ufff…. Ur quite opposite to your sister… (shucks! that was even more painful than the heavy bum massage… For years.. I almost got immune to it too..poor lady ….wasting her energy on me as always ) .

But I like the teacher for her standup comedy (I feel so) .. Swinging at the class door.. “whaaaatttt re idiot stupid fellow … At least today u did home work aaa???” ..

A separate episode of hers coming up in later posts:-P

The best was went I had the classic chase around the ground for singing in class.. Damn …koha na pyaar hai .. tha woo… Lost soul ..I wonder she ever watched any movies except those nemo movies or kunfu panda where I always encountered her.

I have often thought about the first time and laughed. It is one of my clearest childhood memories which is kind of sad that one of my first memories is getting sent to the principal's office, but it's probably because it was so traumatic then.
Anyway.... there is no moral to these ridiculous stories, just something that I often think about that I thought I would share.