The other day, I was cleaning up my cupboard and came across a bunch of things I'd saved up from school days. Then I was undecided about whether I want to write about my school because once I start talking about my school, I usually go on for hours. But I couldn't resist for too long. After all, I started blogging to talk about things I like to discuss and I guess this tops the list. Anyways, let me dive into the story! When I was at school, the day after the last day of exams my mom used to make me sort through school stuff and throw away all those that I wouldn't be needing anymore. I never looked forward to cleaning up but every time I did, I'd find things that would for no reason bring a smile to my face. Usually there would be records of written conversations my friends and I had during lectures. I ended up not throwing away many of those things. So, over the years I'd gathered enough things to fill up a huge backpack. Even after I left school, these things were there to calm me down every time I got too nostalgic. Of course, eleven years in the same school is bound to make you feel attached to the place.
Coming back to the present, I looked at all these things and wondered how over the years they had transformed from being day to day things to being memories. The first thing I saw was my Chemistry lab record. I still remember every single detail about our Chemistry lab. We were each given an unknown salt and were asked to identify it by doing a bunch of tests on it. After identifying the salt, we would set out to write the record. We had a whole week to complete the record. But if we finished it on the same day itself, our teacher would put a V.good next to where she had to sign. I remember how we used to race with each other to complete the record on time. And the joy each of those V.goods would give us. I'd have stayed right there at the Chemistry lab if there wasn't so much noise at home to bring me back to the present.
Next to come to my notice was the library card from my last year at school. The library brings back so many memories! As soon as I enter the library for our 45-minute long library periods, I'd rush to the fiction shelves of the library and would go through the whole lot of books. There have been days when I'd sit on the floor infront of the cupboard and try to make a decision on what book to borrow. Another memory that is still very fresh is the first ever time my name was in the newspaper for a prize I won and someone told me about it, I'd rushed to the library to have a look at it. More memories come flooding back to me of those many, many times when my friends and I got in trouble for not staying quiet in the library. Right then something poked me and I was aroused from my day dream. Time to go back to looking at the rest of the stuff.
Each of the things I looked at, took me back to school.There were a few that I never knew I'd saved up. There was my school diary, my fee card(?!), notes that my friends and I wrote to each other while the class was going on, pretty much every piece of paper I took to and brought back from my first ever Model UN Conference, a couple of projects, and every badge I'd worn since 6th grade. Each object had a story associated with it and by the time I was done recounting each of these stories, at least an hour had passed. But after that day, what I came to realize is that things that seem ordinary and of no particular value today will have gained the status of a memory a few years later. When I saved up all those things, I did it only because I didn't have the heart to throw them out. But today, I'm glad I did. Those seemingly trivial things do not only remind me of my school days but also bring to my notice, my thought process from back then. After putting those things away, I could reflect on the changes in thinking and maturity that have come over me as I moved from school to college. Who knew memories had the power to invoke so much thought? I guess every moment, every little object in the present becomes a memory in the future. Just imagine how our lives would change if we began to live every moment and treat everything around us with that realization!
Each of the things I looked at, took me back to school.There were a few that I never knew I'd saved up. There was my school diary, my fee card(?!), notes that my friends and I wrote to each other while the class was going on, pretty much every piece of paper I took to and brought back from my first ever Model UN Conference, a couple of projects, and every badge I'd worn since 6th grade. Each object had a story associated with it and by the time I was done recounting each of these stories, at least an hour had passed. But after that day, what I came to realize is that things that seem ordinary and of no particular value today will have gained the status of a memory a few years later. When I saved up all those things, I did it only because I didn't have the heart to throw them out. But today, I'm glad I did. Those seemingly trivial things do not only remind me of my school days but also bring to my notice, my thought process from back then. After putting those things away, I could reflect on the changes in thinking and maturity that have come over me as I moved from school to college. Who knew memories had the power to invoke so much thought? I guess every moment, every little object in the present becomes a memory in the future. Just imagine how our lives would change if we began to live every moment and treat everything around us with that realization!
