nine days in the new school.
~ ma. there’s a boy called “anu-rat” (i think he meant anurag ) and there’s one called “ara-win” (aravind). hopeless. fb needs a crash course in indian names.
~ the mmmim deputed a standard two student, R, to guide fb to the classroom from the gate on the first few days. (it was R’s old classroom last year) both got lost.
~ fb is pained by the size of the lunch box of a classmate. it hurts his psyche. he believes that brevity is the soul of eating.
~ a la airport transfer, there’s a van transfer. fb and friends get off one van and change into another before he gets home. and the school is less than 2 kms away.
~ mornings are on f.f.f.fast fwd. if i stop to sneeze then someone is delayed by an hour.
~ fb’s class teacher looked about eight years old, nine max. she’s small and smiley. god bless.
~ he has a gash on his hand and one his foot from running and failing to catch up with the children who were running to catch up with the other children who were running to the tamil class.
~ fb’s hand got stamped on by a classmate who was eager to get to the other side. he has a van-mate who said “i will kill you”. he has a new friend who hugged him because they both have a common friend in the neighbouring section.
welcome to primary school.