college life like ‘What a cool life we had in school’ ‘May be those days comes
back’. But I hatred my school days. There are not single moments where I live,
laugh my school days. All the time I was crying, feeling ashamed of myself.
Everyone laughs at me even my teacher’s . I do remember when I was in 6th,
my math’s teacher told us to read those questions where you having problems,
everybody standing and reading his questions. Now it’s my turn, when I speak
first word w w w (What- is the word), I got very hard block then my teacher
said “Mohit tum baith jao, jab tak tum bologe tab tak main upar chali jaungi”. These
types of words now become frequent to me. Many teachers like my Hindi teacher,
social science teacher, and English teacher are always depressing me by saying
terrible words to me.
who understands my problem. All of them makes fun to me, start teasing in front
of girls and girls also supports them, enjoy with them. All of them having a
friends circle, groups and always doing fun and masti, but I was seating at
last bench along wall side seat and praying when will the teacher comes and
start taking their class because usually when there is no teacher in class,
then only all students start teasing me.
I do remember neither my friends nor my teacher gives me any type of suggestion
regarding my stuttering problem.
parents as according to our Hindu mythology, but still I respect my old teacher
but can’t forget those vicious day of my life. But yes one teacher I love to
take her name, her name is Evon mam (Love you mam) he used to call me “Dun-dun”
every time she saw me, she start kissing on my cheek (I still don’t know why). This is the only reason why I used to start avoiding my
school. When my holiday or summer vacation gets over, I was again on my world
of shyness, ashamed, frustration.
of myself, I have to say my name on stage. My brother and sister have got lots
of prizes in their school time, but I don’t. At that time I hadn’t met any
other stutter until I gone to college. Its 6years now when I left my school,
but still don’t want to meet those school guys, never forgives those guys. Many
of them send me a friend request in FB, but I never accept him except a few.
in one article, it requires 100 of them.I hate my school up to 10th, but from 11th I become much bolder because that time I realize when you are looser, people
will hurt you more n more, but if you be strong, people will respect you more.