Shasha's story

Hello, there folks, how are you? How was your day? Oh my, pardon me; I almost forgot to introduce myself… I am Sasha a fun-going cheerful student of grade 9(I am not boasting)! Let me tell you that I wasn’t always the same cheerful Sasha. I had learned a lesson- the hard way and I don’t want any of you to face the same problem.

Alright mates, don’t take my story light heartedly and fasten your seatbelts because we are going to enter the world of life and practical sense…blah…blah...blah…anyway, it all started when I was in Grade 3:-.sorry friends I was actually rattling my brain and analyzing the incident..Yeah so where were we, ah ha, so when I was a second class we had shifted from Bangalore to Hyderabad and I was the in the least way happy. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to survive without my besties, my class teacher, the local people whom I spoke to every day. It was a nightmare- the worst day of my life. Frankly speaking, I was sulking and really negative, I had no hope of making new friends. Yes, I agree this happens with many people but my case was different. The first day of school, I was surrounded by new faces and millions of questions, my class teacher was a tall and understanding man but it was probably my bad luck that when I was admitted in the school, Mr. Nice sir got hurt and took 2 months off and we got a plump and grouchy teacher. He ordered me to introduce myself but as I was walking to the front of the class I tripped on someone’s bag and fell flat on my nose. Ouch! It was really paining but that mean Mr. Grouchy said, “No one, will help her, she must learn how to walk properly”. This was too much for a 7-year-old like me and I couldn’t help but cry. Very slowly (I felt) a week passed by and luckily Mr. Grouchy was suspended and replaced by Mr. Good (I called him that), arrived, but that one week I felt that I was good for nothing and I used to sit silently. In fact because of this my grades went down and I lost my interest in activities. My parents showed me to several doctors but none could find out the problem (which was the negative impact of the humiliating speeches given by Mr. Grouchy). 2 weeks passed by and although I wasn’t sad I always used to think negative until one day my mom sent me to buy some milk. On the way back I saw three 4-year old children playing with a ball, but one of them hit the ball hard and it passed by me and landed on the road. The boy in excitement ran to pick it up but he didn’t notice a truck horning and coming towards him. I didn’t think twice and leaped in the way and pushed the boy aside but…………(don’t worry I was Ok) but the ball burst!! The boy began crying and with the change I had, I bought him a ball. He gave me a beautiful smile which changed me; he called me “super didi”. He had so much faith and hopes in me that instantly my negative thoughts changed to positive, I realized the power and importance of hope and positivity.

From that day I began working hard and within a month I became the topper of the class and made many friends…it was completely a new life…. 

So friends, the moral of the story is, always stay positive and have faith in yourself, another one is never giving your remote control to people disguised in this world as Mr. Grouchy…always listen and follow your heart…..

Bye, for now, folks but don’t worry I will be back with another incident to share with u!!!!

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ISHA

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