An Indian Experience: Day 5

July 18, 2016

Day 5

Yes, I’m New

 

The lavender ceiling and the blurred fan slowly appeared before my eyes as I was awakened from my sleep. At the first waking moment, excitement rose inside me like the bubbles in a bottle of soda. Today would be my first day of school in Bodhi International School, in Jodhpur, and in India! I hurried to pull out my night contacts, brush my teeth, and take a shower. And then, finally, I could wear my new Bodhian uniform: a blue, grey collared T-shirt, and grey pajamas. At first, I could barely recognize myself in the mirror, not only because of what I had worn, but also the fact that I, Saniya Karwa, was going to attend school in India! Uniform? Check. I shook myself out of the thoughts, gave my collar a quick tug, and grabbed my hairbrush, a new rubber band, and the box of bobby pins before rushing down the stairs to have breakfast. I chewed on my bread and butter while my mom tightly pulled my hair into a ponytail. And, then as I gulped down my milk, my mom brushed the hair on top. And, finally as I devoured some sprouts, my mom placed some pins in my hair to keep it in place. Breakfast, milk, and hair? Check, check, and check.

I skipped to the entrance hall, carrying my nearly empty backpack behind me, and pulled out the box of my new uniform shoes. Inside the cardboard Reebok box, was a pair of black-strapped sneakers, with two pairs of white and black long socks.

I tightly pulled the straps on, and swung my backpack on my shoulders. Shoes and backpack? Check and check. I was ready. Just as soon as the auto got here…

As soon as the auto rumbled up to my doorstep, I dropped my backpack in the back, and squeezed between a ninth grade girl, and an eighth grade boy. Along with the two other smaller children, we introduced ourselves, and I soon discovered my fellow riders were very friendly. The girl offered to help me anytime.

After a long trip through an auto and a bus, the school was already in front of me. When I reached my class, there were many children chattering away. One girl asked me, “New?” I smiled, and nodded, “Yes, my name is Saniya. How about you?” In this way, I eventually ended up talking to nearly all forty students in the eighth grade before the first bell rang. However, at the end of the day, I had three good friends who had also offered to let me borrow their books to help me catch up on the 3 months I had missed.

3 thoughts on “An Indian Experience: Day 5

  1. Can’t help feeling nostalgic..I attended school for the very first time in India when I was in 8th grade too. 🙂
    You will be amazed to see how similar everyone is at the fundamental level, despite the cultural/social/language differences that wee see on surface.

    1. I would love to hear about your experience attending school, or at least some oc the most memorable parts. Maybe we can compare our experiences soon. Thanks, though.

  2. “excitement rose inside me like the bubbles in a bottle of soda”, Keep those bubbles forever

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