What happens in a classroom..

Who calls classroom boring?? Certainly, I don’t. Please don’t consider me a ‘Padipist’ who is ever-allured to the foreign symbols embellished equations and has a high affinity to anything scribbled on the black board (I never understood why people call it a black board even when it is green). Since I find it extremely difficult to snooze with a source continuously producing an irregular discourse of noise, I prefer to look around and find what everybody else is doing.

Being a first bencher, I have an upper hand in creating a ‘Sincere student’ impression to the teachers in addition to being able to copy notes from the actual ‘Padipists’. When I look back, the teachers are not annoyed at me. Because they tend to think I am sharing my notes with them. Good thing. I get to take a sneak peek at the whole class.

The first benchers are mostly adjusting their spectacles, scratching their noses with the back of their pens and sometimes even staining ink on it, scribbling away furiously and making a detailed document that would go down the history. There could also be alienated species on the first row. They are waiting for the perfect time after the attendance has been taken, for the teacher to turn around so that they would get to sneak out of the classroom. Don’t raise your eye brows at this point. I know a couple of aliens who infested my class.

The second benchers are those who are either desperately craning over to look at the notes of the first benchers or stifling their yawns. There could be two prime reasons why a person can end up in the second rows. One: they couldn’t find a place on the first row. Two: they were late for the class and their last seat was gone. Scenario 1 is most likely when the class is filled with big time nerds and they would give away anything, even a chocolate cornetto (blimey!), just so that they would get to sit in the first row. There is no much of explanation required for people yearning for the last seat. But at this point, one might wonder, why the unfortunate would end up in the second row but not the first. I would argue that he’d rather prefer losing attendance to being stuck to the first row.

Next, we’ll concentrate on the central spectrum of the geographical entity. These are the people torn between eternal pen scratchers and the blissful sleep walkers. They are in their own world. One should not be surprised to see someone taking notes occasionally. There may also be a couple or more of gadget-freaks who are showing off their brand new mobile phones to their green bench mates. The majority of them are however the most essential parts of the grapevine. They make best use of their resources at this particular location and time.

The super-heroes of the class are mostly concentrated in the last rows. The entertainers of the class are often found in this sphere. They are seen in class regularly towards the fag end of the year because they are in the brink of the attendance lag. Another reason may be that they wouldn’t get to spend time with their day scholar counterparts if it were not for the class. They put their Photography-in-Concealment skills to test. At times, you might’ve wondered from where that delicious smell comes intruding the class hours exactly when your stomach is already grumbling away to glory. Put the blame on them. They know the secret of munching with their jaw set perfectly still. Sitting in the last row is an art in itself!

The next time you feel the class is very boring, try and look around. May be you would find stuff that I haven’t. Discover them and enlighten those fellow classmates of yours who complaint the next time.