A Past

Fifteen Credits     If you’re in school, are you enjoying your classes? If you’re out of school, what do you miss about it — or are you glad those days are over?

“Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.”    ― Sarah Dessen

Mom! I am ready.’ Clover was standing close to the kitchen dressed in a white shirt and a plain light blue jumper and holding a pink back pack. Her wavy hair was pulled back from her face with a pretty blue ribbon. She was almost five and just started the school. She was eager to go to the school because the beautiful  pictures of the coloring books, the music class and the play ground full of kids floated in her thought. She did not want to make any late, not even a second.Most of the fun of pre-school and kindergarten came to an end and she started the next step .

Clover almost made her way to the head of the circular stone stairs when she heard ‘Clover, come to the dining room. I want to ask you the time-table before you leave for school.‘ Said her mother as she was preparing the breakfast in the kitchen. Clover walked slowly, just like a snail. She did not like the time-table and she could not remember if nine times five is forty-five or fifty-five. O’ well, it is better to memorize now before the math teacher asks her in front of the whole class, clover murmurs. She enjoyed all the science classes, the reading class, her favorite history class but not the math class or the math teacher. Clover’s father was very worried during her middle school so every year for three years at a stretch, he tried hiring different brilliant math students from the university to teach Clover the math. First teacher was a student of Statistic and he left after three moths of tutoring. His explanation was that Clover had no interest in math. The same answer was from the other two teachers. The last math teacher was a brilliant student but he made a slight mistake while teaching the math.

It was a pretty Saturday evening in December just the day after Clover’s Birthday. Clover  sat on the beige color sofa and was enjoying the interesting story books; presents from her grandmother when she heard the knock on the door. There at the front porch the tuition teacher was standing with a  big smile eager to start his evening.

‘ Are you ready for a new chapter of the math book? I am excited.’ He said without waiting for a reply.

‘Sure’. Clover answered as she swiped her bangs to one side, left the story books on the end table and walked into the study with the teacher. During the practice Clover tried but could not solve a fraction question in math.The math teacher raised his voice out of frustration which she did not appreciate at all. Clover was not a naughty child but her dislike for math was unbearable. She leaned forward, opened her ink pen and poured the ink in the delicious Darjeeling tea that her mother just brought for the teacher. Both sat there quietly, looking at each other for a few moments ,stood up from the chairs at the same time and apologized to each other.The tutor left. Later she wrote a letter to the math tutor for her mistake and apologized again. That was Clover’s adventure in math in the early part of the middle school.

After the middle school Clover started to concentrate and enjoy more of the classes. The competitive spirit started to overflow in her . Clover wanted to be first in her classes. The thirst for learning new things grew day by day. Clover not only enjoyed  the Psychology labs but also enjoyed the wonderful time with her few close friends; the secrets and the giggles, a few field trips. ‘Clover! It is almost midnight. Go to bed. You can finish that in early morning.’ Her dad said from the hall as he closed the door of his study. It was the day before Clover’s final exam in the college. But she could not sleep. She sat cross-legged on the deep cushion with the book and tried to memorize some last minute topics. Clover was determined to get the first place in her final exam.  After college Clover missed more of the spirit of competition but her dad used to say that,’ Real lessons in life starts once the college is over.’
Yes school was lots of fun.

We can not hold the past, we have to let it go. It is more fun to move forward and learn new things that life presents to us in different ways.

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  1. luckyjc007
    Jun 20, 2015 @ 03:33:07

    Great read! And, the quote is so true. I enjoyed reading this.

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  3. mirkolamberti
    Jun 21, 2015 @ 01:03:07

    Reblogged this on mirkolamberti and commented:
    “Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.” ― Sarah Dessen

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