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Volume 5 | Issue 30 | July 31, 2011 |


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Silly Tales

Water Fight Mishap

In the fifth grade, we had our best ever field trip. We went to the King Saud Museum that had a big field to play in. Since we did not get much freedom often, living in Saudi Arabia, we used to take full advantage of the times that we did. So, we filled our water bottles with water and started our favourite game in the world -- the water fight! While our teacher was talking to the manager of the museum, we were out in the field getting soaking wet. And that is when the unthinkable happened. My teacher decided to introduce her class, us, to the manager and when she came out to the field, I thought she was another one of our classmates who escaped dry. I threw water at her AND the manager at full force. The next minute I wished I was dead! They stared me down angrily and soon enough the trip was over and we were back in school in the principal's office. The rest is inevitable and obvious -- suspension!

Maryam Rahman
Sri Lankan International School
Riyadh, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia

Pizza Glory!

Bunking class has always been one of my major pass times in school. My friends and I used to brag about it outside saying we are pros in bunking. Our usual bunk place would be fast food joints or small places where few would hang out. So, one fine day we thought of bunking the most “unbunkable” class in the history of bunking -- the Bangla class-- it's more like trying to do the undoable. And we did bunk the class and to glorify ourselves we went out to have pizzas. Like I said bunking Bangla class was like doing the undoable, so on that very day our Bangla teacher was late to class because she herself was out having pizza at the same place we went! And thus, it was a very sad ending to our bunking days as we had to stand for two hours straight in front of the pizza store while she sat inside and had pizzas. But that didn't stop us from bunking. That just taught us a lesson to never bunk a Bangla class for pizzas!

Maruf Ahmed Orko
Mastermind School, Dhaka

The Silent Devils

I am now one of the college goers (11th and 12th grades) and am missing my school life badly. During my school days, we had a gang of eight members (actually not members, the devils!) But not a single student neither a teacher used to mark our faults, because we were silent devils. When we were in class 10, right before the first hour was about to start, we wanted to go to the canteen to buy some pickles. But it was too late to return as the class started and that was our math class with one of the most terrifying teachers teaching it! We could have easily bunked the class but as I said, we were the silent devils; we had to attend the class at any cost. So, we were licking our pickles and were waiting for a chance to enter the classroom. Suddenly the teacher's cell phone rang and he came outside the class. That was the moment we were waiting for! All at once, we, all the eight entered into the classroom and took our seats and the teacher did not even notice us going in or the fact that we were missing for a while!

Ramisa Nawar Promee
Viqarunnisa Noon School, Dhaka


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