Re: Retrospecting: Things I wish I knew in school & college Good post, Dieselritzer. There are many lessons that we learned growing up-mostly all of them the hard way. Some of them, as you have mentioned, were learnt later in life-Perhaps, this is the way it is to all. We only learn when we experience it.
Thank you for sharing and allow me to reproduce here one of the lessons i learnt early ( which i had written in a different forum). Fight your own battles:
I was 13 years old and had been enrolled in a boarding school. There were 64 boys in the hostel, ranging from 8-16 years in age. The dormitory consisted of 64 beds, arranged in 4 rows of 16 each with an aisle in between. There were 12 bathrooms, 12 toilets and 12 wash basins. We had 6 uniforms each, 4 sports uniforms, 8 pairs of socks, handkerchiefs, 3 pairs of pyjamas.
The dining room consisted of 8 tables, seating 8 boys each, arranged 4 each on either side. The food was common. On my first day, there was meat for dinner- big chunks of meat with bone in some sort of dark gravy- and I had sat down at a place indicated by Br. Mathos S.J., who was in charge of the dining room. When the server came around ladling thick pieces of meat, I politely refused. The boy sitting next to me -Ashok- was curious about my refusal and I explained to him that I was a vegetarian. He mischievously picked up his meat and deposited it in my plate. I was horrified. Worse, the meat had splattered gravy all over the plate. I went hungry that night.
Two days later - I think we had some sort of non vegetarian food thrice a week- he again sat down beside me and repeated the same prank. Ashok was senior and in my eyes a huge monster(he was in the 11th Grade, whereas I was in the 8th) and I watched him in frustration, with all others enjoying the show.
Not willing to go hungry again, I put up my hand (the custom to get the attention of Br. Mathos ) and when he enquired about what was troubling me, I replied: “ Brother, Ashok has put meat in my plate”.
“So”?, he questioned.
“Brother, I don’t eat meat and am a vegetarian”, I indignantly replied.
“Then don’t eat it. Eat the rest”, he unhelpfully replied.
“But, Brother, I cannot eat my food if that piece of meat is on my plate” I wavered, almost in tears, since he seemed so cold.
Ashok and the others were enjoying my discomfiture and that added to my indignity.
“If you cannot eat, then go hungry”, he said, and that was the end of it.
In the night, some of the boys in my class advised me to get the matter sorted out after lights out. How does one sort this matter? Well after lights out, all such grievances would be sorted out between the contending parties by a fight.
I had no, formal or otherwise, training or experience in fighting and had just joined school after convalescencing for a year after a serious illness. Naturally I had been mollycoddled and spoilt. And I was in uncertain territory and in a new place with no friends.
2100 hrs was lights out and Br. Felipe S.J (Hostel in charge) walked two and fro across the aisle along the length of the dormitory for 15 minutes, within which time we were to go to sleep. He then retired to his room, just outside the dormitory. His departure was the signal for the nocturnal activities to commence, including the “sorting out issues” programs.
When my turn came up, Ashok ridiculed me saying that I was a tattle-tale, which I righteously denied. One thing led to another and before long I was getting the best hiding that I had ever received. Down on the floor on my back, with Ashok sitting on my stomach, in desperation- akin to a cornered beast fighting a predator- I flailed my arms and luckily managed to poke Ashok in the eye. He roared with pain and that was that.
My issue, however, got sorted out since I had held my own, in spite of the tanning that I had received. Fight your own battles. It does not matter if you lose, but not trying (to fight) is sacrilege.
Remained a lesson I never forgot.
Last edited by earthian : 6th July 2020 at 20:35.
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