Switching and struggling

I was put into St. Mary’s school to get started with. After I completed my third standard successfully, my parents decided to move me to another school. It was not just for a change or due to any mischievous thing I did; I had to move out because I was having something different than the people who could continue. They were ready to teach boys only up to forth standard. They had a lot of lady teachers, which might be the reason. ;)

I don't remember much of the events happened when I was in St. Mary’s school. Few things I do:
4 I had a friend Dawood (I’m sure his last name is not Ibrahim), whom I met again when I joined college, almost after nine years.

4 Divya chechi, who was one of my far relative. She used to accompany me until my auto-rickshaw guy come to take me.

4 An old man who used to stay with me until my mom comes-in with lunch box. This old man turned to be grandpa of my brother's best friend, came to know after 16 years.

4 Met with a minor accident; I was trying to cross the road (alone for the first time). One of the auto-rickshaw, which was there to pickup kids, bang on me and I just fell down. No injuries were reported as the auto-rickshaw might have been on first gear.

4 Being with my little bro, after school, while he was hospitalized due to a very high temperature. The hospital was beside the school.

My new school was Seventh Day Adventist. I was always scared of books and teachers; the reason behind this was my ability to learn. Mom had to arrange tuitions to make me get at least pass marks, but sometimes that too didn’t help, especially during the final exams. I couldn’t get through to fifth standard at first attempt.

Next year, same books, same teachers, same class room, but all new class mates. Felt ashamed during the first few days, however got used to it. This time mom decided not to arrange for tuitions, but there was a different plan in her mind. She woke me up at four everyday and make me read my note books aloud. She prepares black coffee for me to make sure I don’t fall asleep. This idea of hers did workout, and I could get on…