An excursion nightmare!

Alright there was time when we had gone to Nepal, varanasi, calcutta and Delhi for the annual excursion. Calcutta was a nightmare, the food being highly inedible for humans, but Sr Celestine had bread butter as a come out from that moment of desperation….the weather was even worse, i still remember some of us had suffered from food poisoning too and in tht scenario in the midst of the thickly dark scary night with restless sleep I saw a black silhouette of someone standing in front of the huge table fan, i’d squinted my eyes blinked several times for a closer look and there I saw her pink gown flutter above her knees, eyes closed, her hair menacingly swept over her face I was on the upper bunk bed and I jumped and yelled. I’d screamed so loud tht everyone in the room went into a spasm of tremors and cries including vinita who was actually unable to sleep and was standing in front of the table fan because the heat was making her agitated. LMAO!!!!

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Grade seven, 1994; a starkly dry afternoon, and the hollering winds ran chaotically around the corridors on the second level of the school building and seriously Computers was no longer the driest subject thanks to the advent of a young boy! That day he wore a purplish grey sweater and hot pair of jeans, this drop dead hunk had no other school to go to???? tht he opted on intruding the girls’ school where boys were strictly not allowed….and he had the backbone to enter our class wid an attitude and an air of dominance that too wid his thickly lashed eyes…the haughty appearance…..gentle curves of his muscles…… the lean built and a tender slope of his waist…and my eyes didnt sway a bit frm the arc of his neck……humph! He was our new computer teacher! The look on every girl’s face was a kisser, something tht some of us would die to haul back frm the depths of neverland (since most of us haf stopped feeling tht way for men in general) A silent insomnia devastatingly engulfed the class, and suddenly my partner Felicity Fernandez sneezed; a bad flu and a very bad cold, this day was definitely not hers to be in the class…… abruptly the wind went silent, the edginess within us died out, it was replaced by horror…..the teacher was no longer a sweet handsome boy u’d want to spend a night wid he became the angriest demon…his eyes turned black as charcoal, his nostrils flared…….any guesses wat must have happened?

Grade seven, 1994; a starkly dry afternoon, and