The Last of All.
I was in grade 3 when I joined Indian School Muscat. I remember setting foot in the school for the first time ever for an entrance exam accompanied by my mother. Entering from one way and exiting from another, confused us greatly. I was 8 years old and yet on the first day of school, I was late. Perhaps, I wasn't used to getting up that early in the morning for school (And I still am not, to be very honest!) I was so fascinated by the ACs in my classroom more than anything else. The welcome was warm and the teachers wonderful. It's been 8 years since that day. Now here I am in Grade 12, the last year of schooling. It's fascinating to know how time flew so fast. Just yesterday I was a small girl of 8 and now I am an adolescent aged 17, in the last year of her school! I still can't believe the fact that in another one year I will be done with school. I had never even thought about this, till I bought my books for grade 12. Even though I still cuss every morning ...