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My Day(During Elections).

So everyday we trudge up miserably to the third floor, only to keep a sack of books that resemble bricks on our chairs and run downstairs again to find ourselves crammed with classmates and various others with varying degrees of body odour mixed with the perfume radiating from teachers' smelly makeup. Isn't that the most wonderful way to start a sunny day? Or every single day?

We then recite an extremely long set of prayers at the end of which I bet even god would've fallen asleep. Then, we meditate/pretend to meditate but actually sleep with our ears staying awake. I mean, everyone is supposed to be silent during meditation. So why does this half asleep lady with too much kohl go on and on about 'Backbone straitt cheen ap. Cheen ap, chin ap, ap ap ap' and 'elbowss taching the trunk aarmpits cloesed.'

Then, we sing the national anthem. After that, we poor saps in the ninth grade, walk up those miserably steep flight of stairs only to listen to teachers with extremely sleepy voices[seriously, why does every teacher sound like her vocal chords swallowed a 'thooka mathrai'(sleeping pill)? Some kind of gift?] and we count the seconds to the bell, only to groan and listen to another teacher for another forty minutes, who goes on and on about the same things that we learnt the previous day.

And finally, snacks break. Those with/without snacks go down, talk to people, seniors, candidates, people trying to bribe you for votes, convince you that X is the best candidate because of this and in the end, make him sound like a cross between Mahatma Gandhi and Roosevelt. But that is one of the most fun parts of the day. Then you weasel snacks out of close friends/seniors, fill up on some gossip, do 'vetti pechchu'[jobless talk] till the bell rings, and we go upstairs again.

My class cracks jokes like there's no tomorrow and we all start laughing for no reason between classes. We have matches of hand cricket in-between classes and during free classes, try to ask teachers for permission to sit in the AC library, but still, we listen to teachers for another 2 hours without breaks, then comes lunch break, spent in a similar way of snacks break, but we finish lunch and go downstairs.
But still, the guys in our class seem to stress all these words during a free class and lunch, and their fights include pushing and spitting words, such as[they spit while saying the words in bold]
"Enakku sanskrit-la pudicha oreey vaartha- 'Swaprathibhimbham'"
"Omana Phenne"etc. And I think, all those days I've spent in this class, all those punishments, and jokes and laughter, makes me think that all that trouble, seems to make school worth it.

Then we're back to class, listen to some stray candidates and their henchmen who've come to our class, and then 160 minutes of class. Bell rings. We Go Home. End of story.