Ms. Chinchin & Co

Today I didn’t wake very early. But when I woke, I quickly jumped out of my bed. Then dressed up and left for school. The thought that it was the first day for my guitar classes kept tickling my mind.

I reached school at the correct time. In the first period, a substitute teacher came as the
Mao-Angami problem was not yet solved and our class teacher was still on leave. Her name is Ms.Minchin. She was some kind an indescribable teacher. She kept telling crazy ghost stories and almost all the students got scared listening to them. She even told us the story “Noh-ka-likai.(pls refer Wikipedia).

She told us to ask anything we were curious about. Which was very strange because she never asked these kind of things. So I asked, why does a year have 365 days. She
said that she didn’t know all that and also told me to refer a science book. I asked many
more but she denied it all. I also asked about maths but before I could finish, she said
“No maths”.

Anyways, next was computer. It was Mr. Sanjeev’s class. Yesterday his mood was not
good and he would beat everyone, one by one.That was because many were shouting.
Then he apologised to us and told that he wouldn’t be able to sleep thinking about it. It
was his first year of teaching and he didn’t want to be a bad teacher. That was kind. Is it not?

Then, again in the third period Ms.Minchin came. She called us all to the computer lab
and she showed us a ghost movie instead of teaching!! Isn’t that C R A Z Y!? Then she
went to another class she had to look after. I don’t know about what will happen to our
English. Father found out about this and… he wasn’t so happy.
Then after the break we went for Science class and enjoyed writing notes. The funniest
moment was when miss told”Ok Ok write the next question” in an angry voice. Exactly
before she could finish this, the bell rang and everyone burst into laughter. It was not only
that she could not finish, it was also that it is now holiday time from today.

But Chumren, Mharhoni, Nogah and I had guitar classes. It was fun and we really enjoyed it. We learned about half notes, quarter notes and full notes.

I came home and took some rest, did namaz and watched the movie about Bhagat
Singh, our own freedom fighter. He was hanged this day 93 years ago. He was happy
when he died because it was for the freedom of his country.

Then Shanavas uncle and family came for Iftaar. Then after Ifthar, they went. I am going
to sleep BYE!

(From The Dairy of a Ten Year Old)

^*11 or 12