Tashitse Higher Secondary School, Wamrong
A guy was in a class of forty-four pure science performers struggling for the best entries in the tertiary education in the following years. Though, smartly equipped faculties were available 24/7 to the young aspirants, the consolidated outcome of the school in 2010 was found to have diminished a bit in contrast to the previous and following performances of the school.
A guy as I mentioned earlier, was somehow responsible in bringing the unexpected changes in the statistical figure of the school. When other hard-workers were growing weak with the weights of heavy KL-Chugh and Avtar Singh books, a guy- referred simply as ‘HE’ hereafter, never misses to further his discoveries of the beauties in the school.
After visiting entire grade sheets of the past twelve years, the Principal of the school would remark his academic trends and make frequent study inducements to him. He was supposed to glorify the school along with few other stars but he – a lazy dog who always entertained the break- dances of a clever fox over him, never lived up to the expectations of the others. To him, the word ‘hard work’ sounds like a hammer on his forehead. There was confusion as to whether he failed to work hard or the failure was due to his non-compliance with the words of the institution heads.
Punctuality wasn’t a big issue to him. As early as 9 am, he would make the first entry to the class with few other sensitive pupils, exerting a weight of 50kg over a weak wooden chair placed next to the window that overlook the mingling spot for all the classes. After flipping few pages of the text, he would raise his neck and peep through the window just to capture those beautiful girls in motion. His protruded eyes on girls would blind his pages all the time.
After considering various conditional aspects and zakar za-ngens, he would commence his serious learning of the subjects, which eventually get breached with the frequent visits of the guests in the campus. Most of the time, he was found well-coming several guests with a piece of paper in his hand, while other mass of bookworms in his batch would have already dirtied the pages of BHSEC. In one occasion, he was privileged to have received handshakes from his Excellency Thakur Singh Powdel eight times in a single visit and he was greatly flattered of being able to speak Dzongkha fluently as his Excellency’s accent wasn't smart enough to handle Dzongkha sounds.
Most frequently, he was found among the crowd addressing a cultural functions and co-curricular activities in the school besides usual goings of his BHSEC preparations. Moreover, his interest in art and paintings always made him alerted to those advertised competitions in the newspapers.
These were my few moments in the past and I value them to the extent of diamond. Whenever I recall my memories, I cherish them with proper thoughts, so as to give better attempts in the future. This reveals my seriousness of preparations of BHSEC 2010 but I never fail to appreciate my faith. Life keeps on going, so I do as well.
A guy as I mentioned earlier, was somehow responsible in bringing the unexpected changes in the statistical figure of the school. When other hard-workers were growing weak with the weights of heavy KL-Chugh and Avtar Singh books, a guy- referred simply as ‘HE’ hereafter, never misses to further his discoveries of the beauties in the school.
After visiting entire grade sheets of the past twelve years, the Principal of the school would remark his academic trends and make frequent study inducements to him. He was supposed to glorify the school along with few other stars but he – a lazy dog who always entertained the break- dances of a clever fox over him, never lived up to the expectations of the others. To him, the word ‘hard work’ sounds like a hammer on his forehead. There was confusion as to whether he failed to work hard or the failure was due to his non-compliance with the words of the institution heads.
Punctuality wasn’t a big issue to him. As early as 9 am, he would make the first entry to the class with few other sensitive pupils, exerting a weight of 50kg over a weak wooden chair placed next to the window that overlook the mingling spot for all the classes. After flipping few pages of the text, he would raise his neck and peep through the window just to capture those beautiful girls in motion. His protruded eyes on girls would blind his pages all the time.
After considering various conditional aspects and zakar za-ngens, he would commence his serious learning of the subjects, which eventually get breached with the frequent visits of the guests in the campus. Most of the time, he was found well-coming several guests with a piece of paper in his hand, while other mass of bookworms in his batch would have already dirtied the pages of BHSEC. In one occasion, he was privileged to have received handshakes from his Excellency Thakur Singh Powdel eight times in a single visit and he was greatly flattered of being able to speak Dzongkha fluently as his Excellency’s accent wasn't smart enough to handle Dzongkha sounds.
Most frequently, he was found among the crowd addressing a cultural functions and co-curricular activities in the school besides usual goings of his BHSEC preparations. Moreover, his interest in art and paintings always made him alerted to those advertised competitions in the newspapers.
These were my few moments in the past and I value them to the extent of diamond. Whenever I recall my memories, I cherish them with proper thoughts, so as to give better attempts in the future. This reveals my seriousness of preparations of BHSEC 2010 but I never fail to appreciate my faith. Life keeps on going, so I do as well.
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