Maverick and Mildcube II

Enter 9th grade.. We were fools. Period. I'd much rather skate over this part but I've had too many a laugh reminiscing about this part of of my life.. So I figured that anything that affords a few laughs can't be all that bad..

Enter E.T.. Some female she was. Priyanka and me were pretty good at english and this was one female who appreciated it.. Graceful, not easily taken in, who was pretty much horrified if we didn't score over 95% in her subject.. We were good and She knew it. Acknowledged it. Of course it went to our heads... Btw E.T = English teacher.

Both of us had always been pets to english teachers throughout school..

I guess that was what made us carry that fascination too far.. I guess we sort of expected her to dance to our tune.. And she did too, for the first half of that academic year.. Where else do you find teenage girls reading Wuthering Heights and loving every bit of it?? We made the rules in english class. We dictated the lessons to be taught for that hour.. And she encouraged it too.. It was always Gayathri this, Priyanka that.. Our absences at her class initiated her enquiries into our well being and crap

Well, in the end she got tired of us I expect.. I don't blame her really.. Two girls who ruled the english class, evoking smirks in the staff room.. She would have hated it, knowing she was the laughing stock of the staff room because of the attention she poured over us . The rest of the class was fascinated by her as well and it didn't sit well with them that we were her favorites.. From the most adored teacher, she dropped to the 'most partial'.. I would have hated that label.. My guess is she did too, and she turned nasty..

From pouring attention on us, she switched gears to ignoring us.. She went out of her way to ignore us.. Lol.. She was suddenly pouring attention on another girl.. And that didn't sit well with us.. Let's just say we snapped out of it. Our pride got hit and we didn't like that either.

It all did us a bit of good.. Of course, we had been fools completely and we were embarassed by the whole thing. From then on, no matter how much a teacher poured attention on us, it never went to our heads. We were constantly tied for first place in english and the staff room talked about it.. It hardly mattered to us.

During the 8th-9th grade transistion, our love for english grew.. We seriously considered writing for a living .. Lol.. We wasted our time thinking up names, plots, dead bodies ( yeah, we were aiming for thrillers, surprise) It was mark of how celebrated we were and how dumb the rest of the class was (we were the only ones reading Alistair Mclean and Arthur Hailey, the rest stuck to Enid Blyton till 12th grade) that the rest of the girls seemed to think that this was a brilliant idea..

Oh well, nothing like school to teach you lessons.. Ken's version is here