A TALE OF YESTERDAY: SCHOOL PARENTS
Memories of High School couldn’t only give a better reflection of our naivety, mode of survival and sense of competition but also of the most powerful parents we had at random without consent; SCHOOL FATHERS AND MOTHERS. Dependent on the level of the one who adopted you, some interestingly had Grandfathers and mothers. Let’s get you dose to the good memories of old.
Before High School, the closest to calling someone a father or a mother in society was when the person is aged or a close relative of your biological parents or guardian. However, the stream tasted different in the High School Jungle. Your age probably would be a little below your school parent, others were mates and shockingly some were older than them. That wasn’t a problem because age was not a factor in the code of respect Recap of our service unto them hits individuals differently on how you encountered them or they encountered you. Ranging from feeding them from your lifeline chop box deliberate punishment for no reason, washing and ironing their clothes, laying their beds, supporting you financially and motivating you to lean hard, only you can tell best who your school parent was to you — A GEM OR A GERM.
Exclusively, the twist from mixed-sex schools was fun-filled. The closest friend (opposite sex) to your school parent becomes your parent too. It was always cool until you watch your pride standing meters away from dormitories of your extra parent of the opposite sex asking for an item in the name of he/she sent me. The mixed feeling when friends perturb your piece of peace with how vulnerable or fortunate you are in the hands of your school parent is worth remembering. On the contrary school parents who were noted for academic excellence, prefect-ship, sports, cadet and entertainment unanimously drew you into their fame coupled with a little stress to do better. They likewise shares in your fear of achievement too and felt proud they had you.
Not everyone out of the random selection and willful dedication of biological parents had a school parent. They were the loners, preferably called Hard Nuts. Most of them were subject to random errands and assignment. You feel their abuse and stress or somehow think they are free depending on whose care in which you are.
Watching closely from now, the sense of belonging was exceptional and needful. A speedy conclusion on them didn’t matter, for whatever reason, you always knew you had someone. It was real watching your school parent fight or argue with someone who treated you unfairly, mastering the courage to challenge prefects who wanted to punish you for avoiding house work and authoritatively desisting you from all responsibilities except what he/she allows. School Parents are worth being missed.