Name: Rojin Georjee Koshy

Batch: 2004

Current Location: Dubai

The Things I never Forget about Sunrise: Care, Support, Nurture and Acceptance

Memories of the School: From having ‘stomach aches’ in the morning to waiting for the last bell to ring, the eight hours of school every day seemed like they’d never end, but they did. Now that I think of school, I only remember the fun I had. Like sitting on the back bench to sleep during history class and asking someone tall to ‘cover’ us. I remember opening our lunch boxes in the second period because the lunch hour seemed so far away. The favorite person of the class was the person who got leftover pizza for lunch. When a friend asks for a pen, you tell them ‘sorry bro I only have this one’; when a crush asks and we give our very last pen, we turn to our friend to ask, ‘dude give me a pen please’. The last page of all books was our creative corner, we played tic-tac-toe, checked if we were going to end up with our crush using FLAMES, doodled and drew the first thing that came to mind. The washroom was our escape, we’d take the shortest route to the washroom but walked as slow as possible taking the longest route back. The only fights we ever had were about who gets to sit behind the smartest kid in class during exams. I don’t remember crying on the first day (although mum said I did) but I do remember the tear drop on the last. School has had to be the most boring time of our lives, but equally fun. So when you look back on your class photograph, you smell the nostalgic scent of all the tiny bits of fun that turned into a ball of amusement.