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MY FIRST DAY AT COLLEGE (Standard)

My first day at college is a memorable experience of life. So, it will haunt me forever. Last year, I
passed the Matriculation examination in high first division. I got admission to Goverment College in
the Pre-Medical group. Our classes were to start on 5th September. I was feeling very happy and
proud of being a college student. I put on new clothes and went to the college early in the morning.
Some senior students had already reached the college. They made us stand in a line and March off.
They ordered us to sing songs and dance. They passed ridiculous remarks on us. They stamped us as
"420, Beat me, First year Fool or Please hit me".
After getting rid of them, I went to the notice board to note the timetable. Our first period was that of
English. It was to be held in room number ten. I did not know where the room was. I requested a
senior student to direct me. He seemed very gentle and co-operative. He escorted me to a room. A
small group of boys followed us. I was feeling obliged to him for his kindness. The next moment, he
pushed me into a room. There was a loud laughter. It was girls room. So, I rushed out and began to
fight with him. A man of short-stature tried to separate us. I slapped on his face. All the boys dispersed
in no time. I was caught and taken to the office of the Principal. I was charged with being rude. That
man was also sitting there. Actually, he was not a student. He was a visitor. I felt ashamed of my
mistake. I apologised to him and he forgave me. When I reached my classroom, the professor was
taking the roll call. Different boys were answering the roll call in different funny manners. Some were
saying "Yes please. Some
were answering "Hazir janab". Some others were crying "Lubback". The professor did not mind it.
First, he introduced himself to us. Then he guided us about the college life and
discipline. All the periods passed in this way.
On our return home, the seniors caught us again. They sprinkled liquid of different colours on us. They
tore our clothes. They snatched our notebooks, robbed
our money, slapped on our faces, boxed and pinched us. We bore all this
because we knew:
"Every dark cloud has a silver lining"