As I came out of the hall, I felt greatly elated to be a college student. After the third period, there was recess for half an hour.
Now, we opened winged, mixed up and made new friends. I went to the canteen with my new friends, Hira and Zeba and shared snacks.
The moment stepped into the College an exciting environment attracted me. Matriculation marks a definite stage of education in Pakistan. First-year Fool.” Indeed I felt awkward and behaved like a villager in a town, on first visit.
Many give up education; do jobs and enter into the practical stream of life. She also guided me to my classroom 1st-year section B. The Christian students offered their prayer separately.
Then the elderly person came to the lectern and informed the boys that they had been befooled by the senior students.
He then introduced himself as vice principal and welcomed the boys to the college.
She welcomed us and congratulated us for opening a new chapter in life.
Then she told us about the college and its traditions.
On the first day when I entered the college gate, I was very nervous. The stories of the first year fool rang into my ears.
I was stepping hesitantly towards the main building of the college when a boy older than I offered me help.