First day in college
MADHURIMA MUKHERJEE
It was a sunny day. There I was, standing outside the college gate wearing a blue shirt and black trousers with a twinkle in my eyes and a fake smile on my face to cover my nervousness. As I entered, I tried to calm myself. I tried to look confident as I wandered around the college campus, trying to get accustomed to the environment.
I searched for newcomers from my stream and met two girls. As we were moving to the class, we talked about our experiences during the admission process. After some time we heard the college bell ring and a teacher going towards a class. We followed her. There were ten seniors who welcomed us and provided seats. The teacher and the seniors introduced themselves. As they were introducing themselves, other teachers entered. They gave us a brief lecture relating to our academics and college activities. As the teachers left the room, more seniors entered. We felt like we were dead meat. But before the ragging session started, one of the seniors gave us a choice - whoever wanted to stay and have fun in the interaction session could stay, the others could leave. We decided to stay.
The ragging procedure was simple and not as harsh as we had thought. I thought the seniors would be bullying and troubling us but they didn't. It was simple, friendly ragging and every junior enjoyed it. The seniors were not really ragging us but just having a fun-filled interaction. A boy was told to run around the class until a girl got up and stopped him. Other boys were told to play the roles of batsmen and bowlers and show us a game. When my turn came I gave them a warm smile hoping they would be lenient with me. It must have worked because I was just asked to introduce myself and say "Jai Hind" after every line of my introductory speech! I also recited a poem.
Overall, we had a great time interacting with our seniors. They are the people we look up to. They are also our buddies. My first day in college was one of the best days of my life. I hope every junior has just as good a time.
It was a sunny day. There I was, standing outside the college gate wearing a blue shirt and black trousers with a twinkle in my eyes and a fake smile on my face to cover my nervousness. As I entered, I tried to calm myself. I tried to look confident as I wandered around the college campus, trying to get accustomed to the environment.I searched for newcomers from my stream and met two girls. As we were moving to the class, we talked about our experiences during the admission process. After some time we heard the college bell ring and a teacher going towards a class. We followed her. There were ten seniors who welcomed us and provided seats. The teacher and the seniors introduced themselves. As they were introducing themselves, other teachers entered. They gave us a brief lecture relating to our academics and college activities. As the teachers left the room, more seniors entered. We felt like we were dead meat. But before the ragging session started, one of the seniors gave us a choice - whoever wanted to stay and have fun in the interaction session could stay, the others could leave. We decided to stay.
The ragging procedure was simple and not as harsh as we had thought. I thought the seniors would be bullying and troubling us but they didn't. It was simple, friendly ragging and every junior enjoyed it. The seniors were not really ragging us but just having a fun-filled interaction. A boy was told to run around the class until a girl got up and stopped him. Other boys were told to play the roles of batsmen and bowlers and show us a game. When my turn came I gave them a warm smile hoping they would be lenient with me. It must have worked because I was just asked to introduce myself and say "Jai Hind" after every line of my introductory speech! I also recited a poem.
Overall, we had a great time interacting with our seniors. They are the people we look up to. They are also our buddies. My first day in college was one of the best days of my life. I hope every junior has just as good a time.
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