You had been here_ the High School Diary.

 That freaking morning assembly uniform checks when our classmates boys had one black socks on the right and a white one on the left.

The quick polishing of our shoes with our handkerchief.

That terrifying period when you place a science text book in place of your forgotten English text and sat on pins dying to hear the Bell go 'tring'

The uncountable scribbles of letters-match and number-match to discuss who you are likely to marry.

That pretense of "am writing something serious" when your teacher make an eye contact with you.

The advance count and practice of the exact line you are to read in the reading class.

The busiest food stock market right after lunch.

The mis-passed love chit that landed on the teacher's table and got crucified.

The panic attack you had while writing with a dancing handwriting on the home assignment which you remembered greeting that teacher a "goodmorning" .

The fearful knocking at the staff room.

The indefinite joy of a substitute teacher.

Cursing the day when Shakespeare wrote that boring hard-to- digest poems.

That absolute chaos after a long long silence if your teacher leave the classroom.

The black paints on our nails with the lead pencil.

The biggest victory of the last period and the ultimate joy of hearing the bell ringing.

These are all but a lingering memories of the the bygone you wish you could go back.