A Boring story

Icecream tastes best in summer

Before I start the story, I would like to tell you that this is not a story about ice cream, if that's what you are thinking. It's just a title I thought would be suitable for this chapter. Without wasting your time, I will now start my rather boring story.So, this incident happened after the races and love story things (you will know if you have read the previous chapters). After those events, I had some pretty normal, spice-less days for some time until I got the lowest score in school after shifting to KGF (Kolar), a place in Karnataka, India, for some family reasons from Bangalore. I was transferred from KV School, which didn't have Kannada (then), to a school near my home called St. Charles. This school had Kannada, which I had no idea about until then. I was very weak in Kannada. If you have read my previous stories, you probably already have a basic idea about my learning struggles (I once got a C in all subjects 🫡). So yeah, I was pretty much doomed for this subject. There was no hope for me. But you know, parents don't like their kids falling behind. They want to proudly say, "My kid this and that" to other parents (I can feel your pain 😢, your parents do this too, don't they?). So my mom turned on her hardcore teaching mode and set the level to intermediate, hoping I would know something about every subject except Kannada. It was a great mistake, actually, because I was a real legend "who only knew the alphabet till E". So now, I think you can understand my situation 😭. I was literally tied to the table for at least two hours straight, which was actually the longest learning time I had spent until that day. But it was the start of my change, which you guys probably won't believe, but I actually got an A-plus grade in two subjects, and I passed Kannada in my first attempt (how badass is that 😎). I passed the other subjects, but with just an okay grade. Yes, I was very humiliated (but I actually didn't feel too sad about it 🥲). The whole class was in a state of doubt, thinking that I must have copied in the exams. They were like, "Who did he copy from? Find that person! We want to meet this genius who made this guy get such a good grade" (in my imagination, I thought they used to think of me like this, but I don't know, it may have been more amusing than this 🙄). When I got an even better score in the next exam, with three A grades (who's rocking now? It's me, hehe), I didn't get any A-pluses this time, and I barely passed Kannada. But it wasn't bad. At this point, everyone in my class had a change of opinion about my skills (so sad of them to overestimate me 😐), and I got back to my original seats. Yes, I slacked off, and even at home, my mother and her sisters left me free after I scored good marks twice in a row. So, I returned to being a loser again, which I regret a tiny bit, but that's okay. It's in the past, and there's nothing I can do about it now, anyway. So, this happened, and all the reputation points I gained vanished without a trace very soon, and I got nothing from something.This is the reason I named it "Ice Cream Tastes Best in Summer." Your success feels way better after a failure, although it doesn't mean you have failed to succeed (Disclaimer: Kids, don't try to pull this stunt at home 😅). The thing about the best experience possible for me is like the first hall of fame when I got good grades for the first time and received Dairy Milk and 5Star chocolates with a loving kiss from my mother. It was way better than any prize I ever got or will ever get. But let me give you a piece of advice, though it's up to you to decide whether you take it or not. I'll just say, don't ever relax too much after you win. You might have already heard it many times and seen a lot of incidents in movies too, but I will tell you about my mistake with this story, without any movie experience. By the way, if you are thinking that I'm currently writing this story because I'm not a good loser in studies like in my childhood, you're wrong. Yeah, I'm not a genius or something, but I have changed and improved. To be clear, now I'm in my 3rd year of B.Tech in CSE (Computer Science Engineering) in a pretty good college in Bangalore called Dayanand Sagar. I am also a committee member for my class, and I scored a decent GPA of 7.16 in my 4th semester (I'm bragging now, have no doubt 😸, although it's not a very high mark—oh God, I love this showoff 😂). But yes, I'm doing pretty well, aren't I? 😎 So, this is the end of this chapter, but before you move on (😄), I would like to tell you an important thing about how the stories will be from now on.From here on, the story will be a continuation of the previous one about my childhood's awesome and humiliating events. If something interesting happens in between, I'll name all these chapters as "keys," which are not a continuation of the main story. (But actually, there is no main story 🤪, but I'll try to make it as interesting as possible 🙂).