I got done with my Semester 2 exams just yesterday and that marks the end of my first year in college. I'm amazed and stunned at how fast the year zipped by and this post is just a rewind that highlights the most memorable moments. While morning lectures would invariably lull us to sleep and compulsory film screenings were a constant reason for us to cringe, there were reasons to celebrate and have a hearty laugh.
I remember joining college a little late, I clearly remember the sight of a small group of immaculately dressed girls indulging in a merry conversation early in the morning, as I entered. I was slightly amused and mildly intimidated at the quickness with which they'd seemed to have formed a group. Little did I know that a few of them would go on to become some of my closest friends over the year. Cut to the first teacher who took our lectures that day, she'd taken the roll call that clearly didn't feature my name. I went to her and thankfully she seemed to know about me, the HoD had apparently informed her. I was petrified at the prospect of having this stern looking woman as my coordinator, once again, I didn't have the faintest clue that months later she'd go on to become one of my favourite teachers ever, who'd change the way I looked at most things. The first day was also when I met my Twitter friend (For 3 years) R, who happens to be my senior in college.
Smash cut to a few months later by when I'd gotten used to the afternoon train rides and the bus rides to the station. The bus was where my friend P and I had bonded. Funnily we'd bonded over Rajnikanth and Tamil films in general. Through P I'd met A, with whom I share a common love for acting and Bollywood. Monsoons from Room 31 were beautiful. Through our capacious windows I would be stunned gaping at the feisty deluge pattering down on the beautiful pink walls of the college.
For some bizarre reason we'd been shifted to room 33 and that's where I got to interact with more people. The class having individual benches allowed more people to sit beside you and that's where K and I got along. What started off as fellow Potterhead conversations transcended into gossip sessions where we'd gladly bitch about everything and anything.
On the day of the US election results, we'd gone for an event hosted by the US consulate at Hard Rock Cafe which was another occasion for getting to know a few of my seniors and my own classmates much better. While the whole world was startled by the sweeping, unprecedented win by Trump, we simply clicked pictures and braced ourselves for an entertaining political discourse ahead.
December was gruelling owing to semester exams. However, studying those subjects was more fun than tedious. Semester 2, I must say had a better assortment of subjects and some fun projects too. My favourite being the Media Psychology project where P and I had to watch Hindi, Tamil and Telugu daily soaps and analyse them. While the shows were dreadful it was fun to crib. We also happened to make a comic strip that I'm immensely proud of. (Though I have no clue of whether my teacher understood it or whether she gave us any marks *Fingers Crossed* )
Cut to waiting at the bus stop with K for the luxuriant AC BEST bus to take back home. It was always a reason for us to celebrate when it'd turn up. Its sight of it's large purple body, silently crawling up the road would set our hearts racing with glee.
February marked the farewell of our seniors for which K, myself and another friend A, strung a bunch of songs together. Practice for the performance was thoroughly entertaining as we'd crowd at K's house and create a near ruckus. However the appreciation we received was worth every bit of the sore guitar-mangled hands and dead voices.
Jump Cut to March end where we had our Semester 2 exams at the absurd hour of 3 PM. Most of us would arrive at 2 and curse and repent for all the dawdling we'd done earlier. While we'd all try to show off what we'd read, there'd always be something that we'd have left out. Caught in a state of panic and anxiety we'd still manage to sweat our way through the exam in the sultry summer afternoon and somehow, in the blink of an eye, it all seems to have come to an end.
Lectures are painful, no doubt. Some teachers are incredibly cumbersome to deal with, but this one year shall be special for me, thanks to my lovely and incredibly supportive friends and some incredible teachers. While the not-so-pleasant results come out on the 4th of next month, it's going to be another two months before the grind begins once again. What I'd have never fathomed saying while at school, I say now; I will miss being away from college for two whole months. Nevertheless, goodness knows what's in store next year so I might as well enjoy myself now.
Fade to, my maddening, seemingly irritating but wonderful batch of FYBMM.
