Hello. Any teachers reading this, kindly exit the chat.
Because what I’m about to say will make the last surviving braincell in your head pack its bags and leave. And if you’re still here like a leech and get offended — not my fault. I literally gave you a warning label.
So, bro, what even is this place? A school or “India’s Got Talent” ka stage?
Is this where education happens or is it a competition for who can disappoint me the fastest?
Because honestly, the results are impressive.
I was present for 11 days. Out of 27. Sounds wild, but hear me out — that’s still around 40% attendance. And yes, I had a family emergency.
My grandmother’s younger sister was literally in a dying stage — COPD, UTI, multi‑organ failure. Her family had to rush from Hyderabad to Kolkata, and if you don’t know, Kolkata has changed so much in the last 20 years that even Google Maps cries out loud. So obviously, being the daughter of her favourite older sister, my mother had to take responsibility for chotomasi’s treatment.
Great. Fine. Understood.
I submitted an application like a responsible human being, explained everything, practically gift‑wrapped it, and you guessed it, these people didn’t even pretend to read it.
Amazing. Truly inspirational. Nobel‑worthy ignorance.
(Rest in the comment, do read it and reply me. Because I am crying my eyes out)