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Sharp 1:30 pm :
We sat randomly for the computer class. It was in ground floor. I was at the corner and on my left sat Martha, one of Elisha's friend. On my right was some healthy boy, I didn't know, beside him was Becky, Emily, Gracie and so and so. In the center of the room was the round table where 4 boys had taken the seat.

"Fill your names in the assign page"- said Athio, the computer teacher. He was short but cute. He had decent hair cut and clean face. He was around the age 23 but he gave the teen aura. This was the only class where we didn't introduce ourselves.
He asked us about computers, whether we had taken classes before or did we have computer or laptops at home so that we won't forget what we learnt. Etc etc. 50 % never used computer and the rest had at least touched during their school days and had some basic ideas.

I typed my name in and later on a list appeared of 20 students along with mine. I gave a quick reading not to memorize or anything. But this particular name caught my attention.
"Marvie Rick Lynn" I read to myself. I didn't know who he was but his name was attractive. Out of 20 students only his and mine had middle name. Then the name changed to Marvie Lynn as I was staring at the desktop.
Who is he?
I looked around but I couldn't point out.

"Draw a mango" Ordered Athio and we began drawing. None of us could draw properly. Everyone used small pencil(standard setting) and hence it moved a lot. Our mangoes looked rotten and made us laugh. Some tried to colour it and hence the whole page turned yellow. It was funny as well as sad for Athio. He had lot to teach us. We couldn't handle our mouse and plus we didn't even try to change anything. In other words we didn't use our brain.

He projected his work on the white washed wall. He used a big pencil and used eraser to give a perfect outline. It appeared clean and a mango. We looked stupid. It proofed our basic ideas were only idea.

10 minutes break was given which I didn't use. Instead I went on drawing random things. Again our class lasted for 60 minutes.
The class ended with some typing in the Ms word.
10 minutes break for our next class. It was taken by Angel. She taught us about some general first aid use. It ended in 4:50 pm.

Life here was tiresome. The stairs added in the hectic schedule but being in 1st floor save me some energy. By 5:40 pm we're downstairs for snacks and drinks after wash up which was a war zone. Luckily there was water available in the washroom or else the hand pump was another to wear your energy down.
Both boys and girls were downstairs. I was with Becky and Emily. They were having a cup of tea and I was chewing on the packet of biscuit. Rest were doing there own business. I saw Anthony and his groups in the another table. That curly tall guy was also with him.

By 6 everyone were asked to gather in the centre. The people who were late had to carry extra chair from the canteen. Anthony's group were late. They weren't even bothered about it.

"Hello everyone!!"- it was Miss Jules. Her voice was loud enough to catch our attention as we're engaged in our tiny world sharing our thoughts about random things.
It started with some action song and little dancing. It lasted for an hour. Then followed dinner.

As usual everyone were busy with their phone like their life depended on it. But this time I had Emily and Becky. They too didn't have phone. We were of same age and got along so well.

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Raining.
No jogging.

From 6 to 8. We had to manage from jogging, charges, freshen up and dressing up. But today due to rain the jogging part was replaced by meditation.

We had to carry our own chairs to the gathering area and Miss Jules guided us to the meditation world. I probably didn't meditate, all I did was thinking. Drifted to the world of imagination. About rest, I don't know.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 16, 2023 ⏰

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