When Is It Enough Part 3

• So, last I left you, it was quite a long time ago. We were journeying through the old lane of past days, memories of long and dark days.
• Well, it WAS dark (that day I wrote part 2) :) .
• From grade one, where we were last present, I stepped onto the next rung of the primary school. Although nothing of note happened it is suffice to say that the early fears of my teachers of me being never good at English were never fully realized. Infact I turned out to be somewhat ok in studies and although I never seemed to put much effort into it (to quote my mother), turns out my peers were putting even lesser ones. So although I continued to come out on top I always knew it was more due to luck than anything else.
• One important thing that did happen during those early years included my friends. It was strange and yet not so strange how easily I started making friends. Once I had shed my early fear of losing my privacy it turned out that friends can be loads of fun. And trust me they were good friends! Not the other kind. Although now that I think about it most of them were my friends probably to copy my notes, get help from me or something like that. However, today I dont resent any of that because frankly in this day and age who has not used someone else for their own benefit? And anyways if it hadn't been for those friends I never would have learnt how to make friends in the first place.
• Later on when I was in 4th grade I was made prefect. Now this was something I was initially vry proud of but later realized was a double edged sword. I found that although being a prefect was
• I did learn in the very beginning that it is easy for any one to form opinions and put people in boxes. (Something that I also talked about in one of my earlier entries). This point dawned on me more clearly once I started making friends and hanging out with them. As it turns out not eveyone is happy with the type of people you hang out with. Either they want to be your friends themselves or they have too much free time on their discretion to make fun of people. So what do they do? They end up name calling, back-biting and expecially bullying you. Sadly it gets no one anywhere. Trust me, none of that bullying ever affected me or stopped me from doing what I wanted to do. And that was to live life as magically, as gratefully and as happily as possible.
• In 4th grade I was thrust with the responsibility of being a prefect. At first I was very happy and proud. However, later I realized that being a prefect was truly a double edged sword. It had both its perks as well as its pitfalls. On one hand you were really admired for your status especially by the teachers but on the other hand those that came under any strict supervision later turned nasty and took revenge in as much innovative ways as possible.
• In that very same year there came an opportunity for me to take part in Urdu and English Speech competitions. Now, everyone had told me that I was a chatterbox. So it seemed quite natural for me to delve myself into this area. And delve I certainly did. And so, began a love between me and public speaking.
• This helped me in several ways. But that is a story for another time, another day.