School days! those were the days!!!

We hear people saying, 'School days were the best days', or 'Those were the days'. But such facility was not privileged to me by my horoscope structure. For me it was a terror to go to school everyday. All those subjects like History, Algebra and teachers were my enemies. Many reasons can be given...

1.My elder sis name is Amita, and believe me, in my whole secondary school term, all my teachers used to call me Amita. I used to hate having an identity crises as if I never exist for them.
2.My sis, studious and quite never actually was one of the teachers favorite but when she scored 90% in SSC board (in those days scoring 90% was tough, teachers never used to distribute marks like they do today) suddenly my teachers started comparing me with her saying, 'Amita, look at your elder sister, she made us all so proud and look at you'. Once irritated, I stood up and told my teacher, 'Amita does not have any elder sister, I have elder sister named Amita'. As usual, was made to kneel down outside the class making me 'outstanding student' for others to notice.
3.'Only study/work, no play makes John a good human being', was the equation of my school teachers those days. They never used to treat children with extra curricular activities with respect. Not only that, an Oscar winner choreographer, doing poor in exams, was never asked to do the choreography of dance and instead give that job to one of the TOP 3 ranker. Bull Shit!
4.History: I used to love history till we had lessons on Shivaji Maharaj and Maratha's. It was in primary school till 4th standard. After that Gandhi entered and then entered world war I-II. I still don't remember the exact date when Gandhi did Salt Satyagraha or dandi march. I still am unaware of the day and date when Nazi was defeated. And I still wonder why I/we were forced to put events according to chronological order. Just saying it all happened in PAST was not enough? On one hand teachers teach us to look forward and not dig the past. Then why the hell we are making Gandhi do that Satyagraha year after year. Moreover once when teacher asked me, who gave us the freedom? I said, 'Hitler gave us the freedom'. If world war II would have never happened, British would have never surrendered against the Gandhi's non-violence are my views even today. Do I need to tell you what happened next and how much I scored in it?
5.Maths: Maths and me never walk hand-in-hand. We always prefer to walk parallel and never meet. 'A water is dripping from a water drum with some xyz speed and that drum is filled with some ABC liter of water. How much time will it take for a drum to be empty?' Don't you think we are spoiling the mentality of children. In my one of the semester exam, I wrote my assumption: I will first fix the hole and stop it from dropping any more water and wasting it. My teacher was not happy with my mechanical ability and gave me mathematical 0 (zero). Geometry was something I used to like. But Algebra was just not my cup of tea. I am still searching the correct value of 'Mr.X'.
6.Biology: I just used to love this subject. Not because of the detection we made of our body parts and different animals, but because of drawing part of it. In one exam, it so happened that, I was so much engrossed in getting my frog look real that I completely forgot that I even have to write the theoretical part of it, explaining my drawing. I got V.good for my frog drawing and some 2 in theory. My question here again is, cant teacher just see that, I have named all the body parts of that frog in my pictures correctly. Do I still need to write thesis on it. Aren't pictures talkative?
7.I remember after doing majors in Economics, I met one of teacher from school. After retirement too, she had maintained that typical khadus teachers look on her face. With utter rudeness, she asked me, 'So, did you finished your college?' I was so flattered to listen those words of insult after such a long time. I told her I did my majors in Economics. I still remember the surprised look on her face.
8.For one of my psychology project, I needed to interview few of the school students as my subject. After many years I once again entered that bldg to look out for some help. Principle of that school choose one class for me and told me that Mrs. Rai (named changed) is the class teacher and she being your class teacher for 3 years you will feel comfortable. I entered the class and explained my project to Mrs. Rai. She asked me to continue with my process. I started selecting random subjects from the class of 50+. I wanted to interview everyone from different IQ level, different background etc. After my selection was done, Mrs. Rai asked one kid, a back bencher, if he is comfortable solving the papers and if not pass that question sheet to some Xyz student (the brilliant one ofcourse). Poor boy must have felt so insulted. I remember myself standing in same position some few years back with same helplessness, same insult. Then Mrs. Rai turned to me and said, 'let me select subject for you' and she started 'Ok! Who stood 1st in class, 2nd , 3rd etc.' Nothing was changed in so many years. Without wasting time, I stopped teacher by insulting any more subjects I selected. Turning to that boy, I told him that even I was in same place as he is today, when I was in this school. I too have digested many such insults. And once out from this school, you will turn to be a wonderful person.
This list is unending. All I wanted to convey was that, my school was not that best to be proud off (scholar student will object to it though) but still I loved those days of punishment. Those were the days!