Faux Pas of Online Schools: Part-2
As I
promised, this time, I’ll talk about those students who are rather too excited
to wake up at the beginning of dawn and be a perfect student to their teacher.
I’m not mocking them, however, describing their pains and
pleasures.
Well, you
see, the day of course begins with some snoring or rather, slumbering amongst
the students. However, the teacher is not the one to start the meeting.
Class meetings are started exactly half an hour before the exact time – by
you-know-whoes.
Lets name 2
students Trishna and Tristan. They are what we call ‘perfect pets’. Again, I’m
not mocking them, and nor surely making any sort of offense. I would actually
like to make a disclaimer.
THE BELOW
SENTENCES ARE NOT IN ANY WAY RELATING TO ANY PERSON. ANY KIND OF IDENTIFICATION
IS PURELY A COINCIDENCE.
Fine?
Yes.
Anyway,
where was I? Oh yes, of course. Pets. I was one of them exactly before two
years, but then, I realized one thing. Why am I being so obedient to teachers,
when they themselves are feeling a sense of oddness in it? I am right. During
those times, students who were too obedient were classified as
over-obedient-pets by the teachers themselves.
Hence, I
morphed into someone more rebellious.
Now, when the teachers are preferring
the obedient types, I can’t change.
Such a
fortunate luck in school! Heh!
So again,
where was I??? This is a recurring habit of mine. I doze off to some thought,
and then, when time pushes me to come back, the doors are closed.
Please
remind me where I was.
Oh yes.
I’ve told
you how my “wonderful” day begins. The moment I wake up, either Trishna or
Tristan have started the meeting. My parents murmur something like, “Such
obedient students, and look at this.”
However,
this doesn’t change me. I’m one of those people whom you can call extremely
stubborn. I study what I like, which might be poetry, or classics, or
astrophysics but definitely not a textbook.
After the
Cold War, unlike USA and Russia, I have to mend ties with my parents, for they
have a stronger nuclear base than mine.
My parents
make a very harsh treaty. Trust me. But don’t do that here, because my parents
are slightly liberal as well.
Hmm..
Tristan has started the meeting today. What a delight! To the teacher, I mean.
Students start dropping in class one by one – the dedicated ones first,
offhanded ones (like me) next, and network-issues at last.
I resume
class. It’s Mrs. See’s. I hope she doesn’t pick me.
“Tristaaaaannn”
Ah! Someone who can make her happy.
‘Yes ma’am!”
An eruption occurs in the next moment. It is as fast as a rocket, racing from
the stars and the moon and the planets to reach dearest Mrs. See’s feet.
Now, you may
have heard such students. Yes ma’am! Yes ma’am! Right? The twist here, is, the
entire branch is twisted. Just kidding.
You might
have some teens in class who have a speaker problem. Yeah, you do. So,
basically, this is what happens today.
After
Tristan proclaims his allegiance to his boss, another student unmutes himself to
let the speaker problem soar. This problem is simple – anything that comes out
of the speaker goes in, which, in short, means, the sound echoes back.
As soon as
Tristan speaks, Yes ma’am! Yes ma’am! Yes ma’am! Sounds come, at different
decibels in the descending order. I grin, worshipping the miscreant.
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