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Leaving Primary 😢

 


I made a perfect start at my school during Upper Kindergarten. I was loved by my teachers, and, it was my first and last year at Kindergarten in the school. And, I was a kid, I had no proper emotions and I was just happy that I was going to the next grade.


1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4rth, I spent with the same set. But, 3rd and 4rth was not as good, because of COVID. After that was 5th - the thing I finished just now. It was the last year with my set and my 5 best friends. Though I always said my set was pretty uncivilized, I realised its worthiness right at the end. But, before the year was over, one of my BESTESTESTEST friends, the kindest and sweetest amongst all of them, was leaving for London. But of course, we had a big private farewell party with private and special gifts and photo time after school. But we are still keeping in touch.


Not weeks after that, we got our Progress Report, stating our progress throughout the year and grades and other stuff. On the last page, we got the sections we were going to be sorted into for the next year.

 A - my best friend, Avyaya, was sorted into 6C. I kept my fingers crossed.

B - my "somewhat" friend, Bhavishya, got sorted into 6A. I could hardly wait for mine.

D - my best friend, Divaashni, got sorted into 6B. Still eager.

S - my best friend, Satvika, got sorted into 6A. I WANTED 6A, because there were 2 of them now.

AND....

Finally, I got mine. A big deal it was. I opened the  LAST PAGE.....

6C!!!!!!

YESSS! I was sorted with Avyaya!

But, V - Vansshikha, my other best friend got sorted into 6B.


And that was the end of the shuffling.

There were tears all over the class.

You see, a big sadness, between Vansshikha and Avyaya, it's just that both of them have been together since their Lower Kindergarten - 7 years. Vansshikha cried her eyes out, and I was hugging each of them so many times so hysterically. Satvika sat there, shedding tears. Apparently, there was no one from our little Girls Gang with her in her section. Divaashni was just consoling Vansshikha and was gratefully accepting my hugs. Avyaya was standing there, crying, watching Vansshikha cry and me hugging all of them. And after that, we bid farewell to our teachers and went down for photo time - with messed up kaajal, red eyes and wet cheeks.

But one more catastrophe - Satvika had left school even before we could stop her and have even 1 pic with her. But then, we had FaceTime chat and I started crying again.


Once I went home, I could barely eat lunch. I was sitting there, crying. But, I was also curious about who was in my class. Smrithi and Siddharth, my KG friends, so close, were in my section. That cheered me up. Avyaya, my best friend, was in my class. Sahana, another friend of mine, was there. 


But still, I had that feeling, which said, "None other class could resemble 5D, as in your 5th grade section."


The other big, sad thing was that 2 of my favourite teachers in primary were retiring. I will be missing them.


Even today, I am sad about this very thing - what with The Girls Gang torn apart, 5D torn apart, and 5D's highlights and specialities were scattered across different sections. 



Comments

  1. Awww! I feel your pain! This Covid fiasco took away two years’ worth of bonding from you all. Just as you kids started to identify yourselves as a single unit , you were all ‘sorted’ , and may I add , ruthlessly so. Having said that , I think life has something beautiful in store for each one of you. The middle school will set the tone for the rest of your life. Enjoy this new phase of life to the max!! Also , from my personal experience, true friendship will persist and blossom beyond differences of sections, age and whatnot !!
    keep writing kanna !! You are sure to go places !! My best wishes to you as you are about to step into a new and interesting milestone of life !! Middle school 🤘🤘

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