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A Shift to Remember
Whenever one changes schools, there is a plethora of emotions they go through. Will I be accepted? Will the teachers be as lovely as the ones in my old school? Will I ever be able to connect with this school the way I did with my last? Will I continue to be loyal to my old school during inter-school events? Or will my loyalties change? And it is at this point that one’s inner self bursts into tears, and wishes they could remain eternally at their school.
I too went through all these emotions once I passed out of my school Bombay Scottish School, Powai. Everybody kept reassuring me that the shift to the Mahim branch of the school was not going to be colossal in nature, as it still is, well, the same school. But deep down, I knew it was never going be the same again. Keeping in mind the endless amicable war between the branches on which the better branch is, it felt like I was shifting bases and joining the enemies.
As I sat in my car and started to slowly come nearer to my new school, Bombay Scottish School, Mahim, the underlying paranoia I was going through started magnifying in an unending crescendo. As we reached the blue-gray building that was my new school and I got off my car, the butterflies in my stomach leaped with such suddenness that I had to pause the traffic of cars behind mine to find my center of gravity and avoid collapsing. The ironic part was that mentally, I had already collapsed.
As I entered the Gamelial Hall, where the orientation for the new ISC students was going to take place, I saw all the other students, some openly displaying their nervousness and excitement for foraying into this new board, one known for its challenging curriculum, some unsure whether they have made the right decision choosing the board, whether they would be able to cope, and I saw my friends, smiling as always, but with the same doubts as the rest of the students. Some students were trying to be confident, but the lack of surety was unmissable.
On my first day of school, all the Powai students, including me, were admittedly terrified. All the prejudices we had for the Mahim students, primarily what prejudices they would have about us, started rising. The early school buses did not help with the overthinking happening in every student from the Powai branch. However, when our new classmates, indigenous to this great institution, walked into class, most if not all of my nascent sociopathic tendencies seemed to have vanished faster than they arrived. Unlike the preconceived notion that the students from Mahim would not dwell with us, looking at their faces, every bit as nervous as mine, I felt an empathy like I would for any friend. So I started talking to them, and just as I had expected a moment ago, instead of being cold, they turned out to friendly and welcoming!
Today, I enjoy every moment spent in this wonderful school. The name may be slightly different, but in essence it is just the same. Whenever the school song is sung, it takes me back to Powai. Some phrases might be slightly different, we may say “Mahim Bay” instead of “Powai Lake”, but the feeling of pride remains the same. But where do my loyalties lie, you may ask? Am I still a representative of Bombay Scottish School, Powai, or have I changed my loyalties to Bombay Scottish School, Mahim? Well, I realized something. I realized that you do not have to give up or throw away your past in order to move on. Especially when your past is something you’re proud of.
I love you, Bombay Scottish School, Powai.
I’m falling in love with you too, Bombay Scottish School, Mahim.
All I can say is I am a Scottishite in every branch of me (pun!), and hopefully, I will make both schools proud.
-Siddhart Saarda 11B