MY SCHOOL LIFE - PART I

I am told that I used to be a reticent, quiet, and not so studious girl. Well, now I'm a lot more changed girl. My first school was Deepika Memorial Convent School located in a place called Shadnagar, in Mahaboobnagar district. We used to travel by the bus provided by my father's company, then called CEAT. Our journey to the school took half an hour and all of us used to divide ourselves among two groups and used to play Antakshari. It was then the DDLJ and the Hum Aapke Hain Kaun generation in the early 1990s. From here started the knack of listening to new songs and learning them; remembering their first letters so that next time we play antakshari, I will be the first one to sing these songs.
I was told that I never went to kindergarten or went to any school to study LKG and UKG. My mother taught them to me :) . After completing my first two classes, we changed our school and joined Maria Rani Shanti Vidya Niketan, where I completed my remaining schooling. I remember an incident that stood out during my initial years in this school. We had our unit tests and our Telugu teacher was giving us our papers. I had got a paltry 14 out of 25. So, I was beaten badly by the teacher and it had left some marks on my shoulder and back. In the class I was feeling very ignominious. Although I'm not sure whether more students were beaten up or not, I remember having a very bad feeling throughout the day. When I came back home at around 4pm, I was getting ready to get refreshed when my mother saw some marks on my back. She immediately asked for an explanation. I revealed that I was beaten up in the school for the marks I got in Telugu. My father was as well present at home at that time. He rushed me back to school to talk to the Principal and to the teacher. The school was a Christian missionary and had a hostel and a church. It occupied a very large area. Our Principal, the Father used to stay at a house at the compound. When I and my father came to the school that day after the school hours, it wore a deserted look. Our Father was present there and my father had a talk with him accusing the teacher of this inhuman act. Our Father gave us a promise that she will be removed from the school, which actually happened.
I had a small accident during my class 5th or 6th at the school itself. There was a slopy area from where someone accidentally pushed me and I fell down from there. I was rushed to a hostipal and got a few stiches on my forehead. I still have the marks now. :)
In my 7th standard board examinations, I fared very badly scoring just 419 out of 600 marks. I was not reprimanded for this performance. But I thought my parents and teachers expected more from me.