My experiences in Grade 6...
The school swarmed with bustle as thousands of fish
dived into its waters. We were first grunting and purring, then we quietened
down as tiny boats approached us, driven by competent fishermen with dexterous
hands that picked us up and threatened us to put an end to the
hullaballoo. There were thirty seven of
us- all in one boat.
With Swaroop Ma’am as our head fisherman, an
opportunity to know each other better and to become a part of each others’
lives presented itself to us. As we glided through the waters, an array of
fishermen stepped on board, one at each port. They had different skills,
different experiences and a horde of things to impart with us and preach to us
about.
We learnt how to count the worms we caught, add them
up, compare our finds; we explored what exactly was in the worms we devoured (x% carbohydrates, y% proteins and so
on and so forth!!) , we were told of the different species of ourselves we
would find around the world- in Africa
(as we swept through the Nile) and in Australia (as we trudged through the
Murray) ; we were also hoarded with an encyclopaedia of the origin of our
species of fish; we explored two languages- English and French- so as to
improve our understanding of the human world.
We encountered two important events on our way. One
was our Sports’ Day, in December, when we raced, played and competed, and the
other was our Grandparents’ Day, in which we showcased our drama, dance, guitar
and percussion skills to our parents. That ‘pounding gill’ feeling of seeing
someone so close to the finish line, but then overtaken, that ‘bone crippling’
feeling of being on stage- I will treasure them forever.
This voyage showed me every aspect of how life must be- but its concluding with a
smashing finale doesn’t put me off from greeting another wonderful year!
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