Okay so I got all reminiscent about jr college recently, and although its not the norm, here's a couple of pages from my diary, right at the beginning of the eleventh grade when all I wanted was to stay in school and not shift to what I considered the saddest college on the surface of the earth.

Saturday, 22nd July, 2006

Just 2 DAYS of college has driven me insane! What have I gotten myself into?!!??
Optimism can doob marofy in a chullu bhar of pani, because THERE’S NO BRIGHT SIDE FOR ME TO LOOK ON!!!
Apart from being subjected to the constant company of Malvika (some %#@$* i couldn't tolerate for longer than 1/2 a second but get along okay with now) during college hours, I am also a victim of the worst lecturers on the planet! Let me explain.
Our English syllabus is insultingly childish. As if it’s not humiliating enough to have a textbook that explains the meaning of every second word in a sentence, we also have a teacher who treats us like six-year-old cretins.
Worse than her is the woman who is supposed to teach us Hindi. I say ‘supposed to’ just to convey the fact that that is exactly what she does not do! She spends most of the 40-minute lecture shooting sly/creepy grins at just about everyone in the class and reading from the book at lightning speed. Moreover, her tone of reading and explanation is exactly the same, so what with keeping up with her superhuman pace and trying to look meek when she throws you a scheming sneer, its impossible to tell just what is happening in the chapter.
The man who teaches us Physics I obviously loves his job, but for all the wrong reasons. Its crystal clear that he thinks Physics is too mundane to deserve his attention (a sentiment I share 100% but unfortunately cannot afford to translate into action) and prefers to invest his time in (1) cracking really sad jokes and (2) flirting with all female human beings within a range of 10 metres.
The Physics II guy isn’t a jerk, even though he started teaching on the very first day. Too bad nobody cares about electrostatics.
The Chemistry I lecturer is competition to the word ‘boring’. If he didn’t have such funny pronunciation (e.g. ‘peryaps’ for ‘perhaps’, a word he uses as often as normal people breathe), somebody would definitely have started snoring within the very first minute of his lecture.
The Chemistry II guy is just as bad. He makes about 50 rough sketches in mid air before writing on the board, wears a bag-strap for a belt, calls an atom an ‘item’ and yells into his cell-phone while its still ringing!
The Biology I lecturer is just plain mean. He expects you to have learnt everything beforehand and throws you out of class if you can’t answer, because, apparently, you’re unfit to attend it. (No, I did not get kicked out; it was some other unfortunate, sleepy soul.)
The Biology II lecturer, Mrs Basu (name changed simply because I don't legally have the permission to use her name), is the only saving grace in this college. She’s humorous, knowledgeable, jolly and respectable all at once and is the only lecturer whose class has ever had full attendance, both mentally as well as physically.
The woman who teaches us Math I is in the same league as the Biology I guy. She looks like she swallowed her own jaw and seems to derive sadistic pleasure out of torturing us with questions that stump even the biggest Math geeks of the class.
And for the grand finale, we have the worst one of the lot. The small, mean, shrivelled-up Mr Alok Nayar (name changed again ... though his real name HAS been mentioned by mansi on her blog!), who ‘teaches’ Math II. Of course, he doesn’t really teach anything— that’s just his excuse to jabber about trains, his achievements, the degrading state of teenagers, the length of Sania Mirza's skirt, Aishwarya Rai and several other topics completely unrelated to Math, until the bell rings and he remembers what he gets paid for and hurriedly solves a solitary sum at such top speed that even the aforementioned Math geeks are left gaping.
To add to all that, the teachers regularly explain things in Marathi!!! Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against the language except the fact that I don’t understand head or tail of it!
Why, God, WHY???