Here’s How Changing From A All Boys School To Your Co-Education School Was Both Terrifying And Hilarious For Me
I had been admitted to an all-boys school because at the beginning of my life. But around the time that I was entering my secondary schooling, I changed schools and got to some co-education system. What occurred in the first couple of days was…intriguing. Behold, my awkward first couple of days (read: months ).
Let us take it slow and start with my very first day in the new school.
Now, when I state ill-groomed, I suggest that my uniform was half-tucked in and half out, I had not had a haircut in quite a very long time and that I had the face of a walrus that’d only woken up from hibernation or something. I simply wanted to…
I walk nervous as fuck, expecting to get an empty chair but to my pleasant surprise, there is not one at the boy’s part (segregated seating arrangement). The instructor tells me to sit at the woman’s row. At this time, I am so near shitting myself and my face is contorted in an expression of pure pain and dread.
Then came the dreaded interacting part.
Now, do not get me wrong, I am a fairly social person. I actually don’t really have anything from meeting new folks and I am pretty fine with making new friends. Before you judge the fuck out of me to be really inexpensive, keep in mind that I had been brought up within an all-boys atmosphere.
I was stuttering, I had never stuttered before so that was a new experience on the planet. I looked just like an old cassette tape which had become trapped. The only sensible thing which came from my mouth that day was”Excuse me miss, may I visit the toilet?”
Following my failed attempt at interacting with anybody because I had been sitting with the women, I decided to give it a second go.
So, now we are on day two and this time I must sit with the boys. Finally, the home floor. Making friends with guys was simple, I easily saw the guys that were my kind. Approaching them was not hard either and that I did make new friends (read: guy friends) for another few days. However, ab akhir kab tak? I found these guys casually speaking to the women and making jokes and laughing; it was all too surreal. Please keep in mind that I felt like I had been subjected to some new species and needed to communicate with it with no training.
I think it was the fear of saying the wrong thing which held me back — this fear that has been instilled in me since I was born. The words”larkian” and”hawww” were nearly interchangeable to me. So, though I had not had some success in communication with any woman, at least I had created some guy friends.
It is day three now and we finally have left contact.
I have quoted Neil Armstrong here since that’s precisely the way I felt. Y’all might be thinking he’s making too big of a deal out of this but it turned out to be a major deal for me personally. Though I could speak to everybody readily, it was not exactly the same earlier. Khair, it was day three and I determined that I had had enough of this panic.
The address I gave myself comprised of phrases like”Dar bhi kis ka? My breakthrough came after I mustered the guts to ask this woman for a spare pencil and she handed you over.
It went smoothly then. I had passed that psychological barrier and began learning new things.
By new things, I suggest things about another gender. Turns out they were not all that different from us. Additionally, you create this esteem for them since before this, I had been the bandi-check type of guy (again, not my fault, I had been brought up in that desi surroundings ). Fast forward to today and I am kinda glad I’d get this adventure nahi tou abhi tak waisi soch rakhta.
It had been a fascinating learning experience. When I think back to this person I had been, I laugh (and I hope you do, too.) I have come quite a ways, however, and I am grateful. Have you got any experiences to talk about? Allow me to know in the comments below!