Arriving at the gates of St, Aloysius I gazed in awe around the premises. So, this is St. Aloysius’, I thought. I had never dreamt that my new school would be so nice.
For a moment I let my eyes wander. Suddenly I saw the Arabian Sea and could almost feel the cool breeze around me. My eyes once again turned towards the school building. Never had I seen such a school building before. I was thrilled with excitement as I saw this tall stone structure.
Walking briskly and feasting my eyes on everything I could see, I entered the headmaster’s office. After a short interview with the Headmaster, I was escorted by a guide who left me at my classroom. The corridors that I walked reminded me of the corridors of Ramesh Waram.
I nearly stumbled into the classroom. The Hindi period was in progress. The teacher asked me my name with a mixture of sarcasm and threat. I turned as red as a beetroot. With the heart in my mouth, I blurted out my name, in a voice that seemed like a stranger’s.
Suddenly twenty-four pairs of mischievous eyes were focused on me. I understood the joke and assessed that the students and teachers of St. Aloysius were jovial people. The teacher pointed out the place where I sat promptly.
Since then, I have been asked to introduce myself several times. Students threw hundred and one questions at me, questions which are usually asked of a newcomer.
Several months have passed, memorable months which I will always treasure and cherish for years to come. I have come to love St. Aloysius and how I wish I was there earlier.
“Instruct a wise man and he becomes still wiser; teach a just man, and he advances in learning.”
(Proverbs 9:9)