Faded Away

Letter: 51 - Amara

You know, today when I woke up, I started searching for your letter and couldn't find it. Of course. Then I remembered that you were on a vacation. it's not like I miss it, but it was all instinct. Like I had got the habit of reading it. Actually, I have. It is the first thing I had been doing every morning.

Don't start writing to me because of this. I will tell you when.

So, today I had school. I hate school. Never liked it even for a day. Who will like it if they had teachers like that? Even Hitler would shy away if he met them. Always setting up useless assignments and not giving enough marks. What are they even going to do by storing the marks? Pickle it. Especially the 1st language teacher. Everything in the homework is correct. But in exams, even if you copy it word to word, everything is wrong. Imagine going to school everyday knowing that in future everything you learn here will be useless.

But keeping all of these painful thoughts aside, I went to school. I had to. It was the last day of submitting a project.

The other reason why I hate school is the students. Everybody here looks like they are carved out of clay. whereas I look like a bunch of potatoes stacked together. How can they be like this? What do they eat? Do they even eat anything?

Don't even get me started on their skirt lengths. Thank God, its a girls school. Can't imagine how high they would have worn it if it was co-ed.

And then they have their hair. Long, thick, straight hair which makes me want to just pull it out of their roots. Some even keep it open, even if its against the rules. If I go out with my hair open for even a minute, it looks like I was stuck in a sand storm.For days. Its almost waist length and got these curls from the middle which always tangles. I can't even understand how they get time to get ready in the morning. I have a hard time waking up.

Just to sum it up I hate each and every moment of school.