For the little guy born in the manger
Today was the last day of school before the winter holidays. Yeah, they've given us way too many holidays this year. First there was the Eid al-Fitr break which was nine days long. And now this winter break - 24-friggin-days-long! I could've gone to my brother's graduation in LaFayette, Indiana in the US of A and come back!
Anyways, we did absolutely no work in school today. I had the first two periods free, so I just put some finishing touches on my Biology coursework's 'Analysis' bit and submitted it Mrs Augustine. Then in Chemistry, we wasted time till 09:30 and then headed to the main hall for the annual Christmas party for A-level students. We hung outside the hall for what seemed like a long time before we were allowed inside.
The music was good, the party was pretty good. Jim came up to me, put his right arm around my shoulder and walked around the hall with me like a drunk, saying something about me being gay and something else involving my father. Then he said he was drunk [there was no booze at the party] and said it was because of the C2H5OH - that's the chemical formula for ethanol, the only alcohol that we can consume.
Anyways, so we danced our butts off. Except for the rock songs, of course - that's when Lucy and I went and sat down on the chairs lining the hall. Lucy told me she was hungry, so I took out my home-made sandwich and sat there, munching on it. Mr George, the Economics teacher [one of the teachers keeping watch over the partying A-level students] popped out of nowhere and started yelling at me. He said having food inside the hall wasn't allowed so I went and put my sandwich back in my bag. When I came back to where Lucy was sitting, he yelled at me some more and I snapped at him, telling him to stop yelling. He threatened to throw me out and stop the party. Meanwhile, Lucy was busy apologizing to him and explaining why she needed food. It was really hard to hold my laughter back at him because he has a thick South-Indian accent and was wearing a shiny green shirt, but I still managed to lose my cool. Nothing happened though, I went back to dancing after the rock songs and the moshing stopped.
Pictures, anyone?
Abhishek took Ashani's Santa cap off her head and ran away, so poor Ashani had to run behind him, as fast as her little tiddy-widdy legs could carry her! The happy ending to the story is that the tiddy-widdy-legged girl got her cap back without having to resort to violence or any biological terror ;)
The robber and the robbed, standing together in the quadrangle before the party.
It's a little shaken, this picture [thanks, Abhi!] but I think it's cute because I'm in it.
Aha! Vahid, my Iranian friend, showing us all a very good belly dance, better than any girl in the hall could do. Some people really do have split personailities.. I mean, I had no idea that Vahid could dance like that! He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd do that.
There are more pictures on my photo blog. This year's party wasn't as good as last year's.. so many of my friends weren't there! Ah well, I had fun this year too.
Anyways, we did absolutely no work in school today. I had the first two periods free, so I just put some finishing touches on my Biology coursework's 'Analysis' bit and submitted it Mrs Augustine. Then in Chemistry, we wasted time till 09:30 and then headed to the main hall for the annual Christmas party for A-level students. We hung outside the hall for what seemed like a long time before we were allowed inside.
The music was good, the party was pretty good. Jim came up to me, put his right arm around my shoulder and walked around the hall with me like a drunk, saying something about me being gay and something else involving my father. Then he said he was drunk [there was no booze at the party] and said it was because of the C2H5OH - that's the chemical formula for ethanol, the only alcohol that we can consume.
Anyways, so we danced our butts off. Except for the rock songs, of course - that's when Lucy and I went and sat down on the chairs lining the hall. Lucy told me she was hungry, so I took out my home-made sandwich and sat there, munching on it. Mr George, the Economics teacher [one of the teachers keeping watch over the partying A-level students] popped out of nowhere and started yelling at me. He said having food inside the hall wasn't allowed so I went and put my sandwich back in my bag. When I came back to where Lucy was sitting, he yelled at me some more and I snapped at him, telling him to stop yelling. He threatened to throw me out and stop the party. Meanwhile, Lucy was busy apologizing to him and explaining why she needed food. It was really hard to hold my laughter back at him because he has a thick South-Indian accent and was wearing a shiny green shirt, but I still managed to lose my cool. Nothing happened though, I went back to dancing after the rock songs and the moshing stopped.
Pictures, anyone?
Abhishek took Ashani's Santa cap off her head and ran away, so poor Ashani had to run behind him, as fast as her little tiddy-widdy legs could carry her! The happy ending to the story is that the tiddy-widdy-legged girl got her cap back without having to resort to violence or any biological terror ;)
The robber and the robbed, standing together in the quadrangle before the party.
It's a little shaken, this picture [thanks, Abhi!] but I think it's cute because I'm in it.
Aha! Vahid, my Iranian friend, showing us all a very good belly dance, better than any girl in the hall could do. Some people really do have split personailities.. I mean, I had no idea that Vahid could dance like that! He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd do that.
There are more pictures on my photo blog. This year's party wasn't as good as last year's.. so many of my friends weren't there! Ah well, I had fun this year too.