my longest scrap

As i said already, only certain people can influence u. The other one s my Biochemistry mam. She influenced me to scrap paper during her class. actually i like her a lot. not just me alone almost all my department mates ll like her. a kind, caring lect. We call her flower out of love tat we ve on her (damn serious pa). But i hardly listen her class. This s wat i did during her classes in second semester.

perching between my friends in the class;
Trying to get something in Biochem class;
Oh God! Everything is Greek and Latin here;
Am i in Biochem class or elsewhere;
After a long fight, gave up the idea of listening class;
Declared its hard to get anything out of this class;
started to think "how to waste the whole of 2 hours";
squeezed my mind to get an answer to this question;
Listening class itself is a big waste says my mind naughtily;
goggled at her in amazement, how she mugged all these;
My thoughts went through my school life;
where we prattle in the last bench under the book covers;
Sometimes we never mind the staffs;
at times, turning the class a play ground even;
Really stupefied to see people take notes;
i do pity the first bench , for what i Can all do;
But here , Im in second row (on those days alone not now), right under her nose;
I wanted to do what i used to do in schooling;
but something stops me from being myself;
I wanted to follow the great movement "QUIT INDIA";
Which for us is always "QUIT CLASSES";
Dropped it as I lost my guts being female;
I need to stay there doing nothing ;
I peeped out of the class but to find only leaves and branches;
Even they are cursed not to move in our campus;
Oh GOD! why the hell we need to learn;
After a nice hair shower , I felt sleepy;
For the lullaby of my mam, half sleepily;
At last i scrap these papers.........

this s how s waste my classes, yet i like them coz i enter a new world. Studies is not all that life s for. so keep enjoying the life as it comes.