My official life as a Prefect on-probation began at the end of class XI. The entire euphoria of being elected perfect resulted in hours of nail-biting anxiety. Till the time when our prefectship was bestowed upon us, every one of us prefects were cowering mortals in the hands of the previous batch, all petrified of being “sent up in front!” I often wondered how I was supposed to tell a horde of girls almost all of whom towered over me, to tie their hair and tuck in their shirts. But now as I look back, as a prefect I feel that justice will be served only when the public is acquainted with the prefects point of view.
8:40- The bells rung long back, nevertheless there is a nice crowd of girls( with not only diverse but colourful excuses) in the side-lobby trying to gain access to their classes without getting caught.
Assembly: A time when every prefect wishes she had the powers of the Pied Piper of Hamlin! People just ignore us, remain perched on their desks exchanging “Monday morning gossip” and finishing off files which were supposed to be submitted last week. The mystry of the missing badge and loads of other stories concocted by the girls put the wildest science fiction to shame!
Lunch Break: We witness the end of civilization as we know it. The unfortunate prefects on “canteen & ice-cream duty” who try to maintain order are mostly subjected to fierce-glances and snarls. But at the end of it they do a pretty good job, considering the fact that everything is found in one piece at the end of the break.
And so, my plea goes out to all those girls who mplore silently (and not so silently) “didi please!!!!..don’t send me up in front!!!”. You must realize that we take absolutely no pleasure in exercising our authority in this manner. All we’re asking for is a little co-operation and an uncomplaining acceptance of school rules. (I might as well wish to see a white dragon. Probably that wish would be fulfilled sooner!)
I, personally, have grown close to a lot of juniors along with their impish tricks. It’s the little things that matter- a page torn form an exercise book with a drawing and a few lines saying happy birthday, thrust into my hand after morning assembly the other day was supposed to be a belated birthday card, one that I treasure the most.
At the end of it all, being prefect isn’t just about wearing a conspicuously shiny badge. With it comes responsibilities and pressures, thus preventing us from letting our hair down as and when we please to have a ball! Like any other group we too have our share of ups and downs and exercising control over our peers. But all of it is conquered at the end of it and the strength to do so sets in once when we are lined up to take the pledge. Every minute is truly lived and enjoyed at that moment and from hence forth, there is no looking back!
8:40- The bells rung long back, nevertheless there is a nice crowd of girls( with not only diverse but colourful excuses) in the side-lobby trying to gain access to their classes without getting caught.
Assembly: A time when every prefect wishes she had the powers of the Pied Piper of Hamlin! People just ignore us, remain perched on their desks exchanging “Monday morning gossip” and finishing off files which were supposed to be submitted last week. The mystry of the missing badge and loads of other stories concocted by the girls put the wildest science fiction to shame!
Lunch Break: We witness the end of civilization as we know it. The unfortunate prefects on “canteen & ice-cream duty” who try to maintain order are mostly subjected to fierce-glances and snarls. But at the end of it they do a pretty good job, considering the fact that everything is found in one piece at the end of the break.
And so, my plea goes out to all those girls who mplore silently (and not so silently) “didi please!!!!..don’t send me up in front!!!”. You must realize that we take absolutely no pleasure in exercising our authority in this manner. All we’re asking for is a little co-operation and an uncomplaining acceptance of school rules. (I might as well wish to see a white dragon. Probably that wish would be fulfilled sooner!)
I, personally, have grown close to a lot of juniors along with their impish tricks. It’s the little things that matter- a page torn form an exercise book with a drawing and a few lines saying happy birthday, thrust into my hand after morning assembly the other day was supposed to be a belated birthday card, one that I treasure the most.
At the end of it all, being prefect isn’t just about wearing a conspicuously shiny badge. With it comes responsibilities and pressures, thus preventing us from letting our hair down as and when we please to have a ball! Like any other group we too have our share of ups and downs and exercising control over our peers. But all of it is conquered at the end of it and the strength to do so sets in once when we are lined up to take the pledge. Every minute is truly lived and enjoyed at that moment and from hence forth, there is no looking back!
4 comments:
hmmm... good one... just remember the days you would running and hiding for the prefect to NOT notice you when you do all the pranks at Campus!!
Oof, this article is MUCHOS funny. I wish I was prefect. Actually, I don't, but this is a really adorable article. :)
I agree, " being a prefect... its not about wearing shiny badges"
We all can be prefects in our ownlittle ways. Truly, the day we take off that badge and realize our duties to our alma mater, i tell u that feeling is over whelming! That day, last day of school when you realize that this is the last day u will experience so many people's emotions towards you..That is special in its own way..
What the Fuck!!!!
Funny blog doesn't deserve such a serious review!
toh whu asked u to write all that huh!......idiot!
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