Date: April 1, 1982

Dear Diary

Date: April 1, 1982

Today was my first day at school, and let me tell you, it's not nearly as boring as those other novels make it out to be. Sure, the novelty of hanging out with these tiny humans will wear off soon enough, but for now, it was actually pretty enjoyable.

The funniest part? Watching other kids bawl their eyes out like their lives were ending. Seriously, it was chaos—some kids threw tantrums, others clung to their parents like they'd never see them again. And instead of being annoyed, I found it oddly amusing. If you just change your perspective a little and imagine these children as tiny kittens, stumbling around and meowing, it suddenly feels adorable rather than annoying. Cute in a messy, chaotic way.

The admission results were posted on March 20, right at the school gate for everyone to see. As expected, my name was there. Honestly, there was never any doubt. My father being an alumnus basically sealed the deal—getting in was like passing with cheat codes. Still, we celebrated the good news that evening with a little party at home. It was just the five of us, nothing too fancy, but it was nice. There's something about small family celebrations—they just hit differently.

Now, about today: The teachers didn't really teach anything. I mean, what could they teach a bunch of kids who are still figuring out how to sit still? Instead, we were free to play, paint, and do whatever we wanted. Honestly, the hardest part of the day was staying seated for any amount of time. I may be mentally an adult, but let me tell you, having a toddler's attention span makes things tricky. Even I found it hard to sit still—my legs started twitching halfway through. Sitting still might just turn out to be the toughest lesson this year.

Oh, and in case you're wondering—no, I didn't make any friends today. Why bother? I don't plan to stick around with these kids forever. Skipping grades is definitely in my plans, so there's no point getting too attached. These kids can cry and bond all they want; I've got my own goals, and friendship with a bunch of snot-nosed brats isn't one of them

Oh, and before the typical web novel readers ask—No! There were no jade-like beauties with sword-like eyes, destined to become the "college belle" or whatever nonsense that is. Seriously, what even is a college belle? Some weird obsession I'll never understand. and even if there were such girls, I wouldn't meet them here, because this is an all-boys school. Most of the good old missionary schools in Lucknow are like that—strict separation between boys and girls. So, nope, no romance arcs are happening here. Just me, a classroom full of noisy kids, and a brain full of future plans.

Today wasn't a long day at school—just orientation for about three hours. But even that was enough to feel like torture for most of the kids... and their parents. No kidding, I actually saw some parents crying! Like, seriously? How overprotective can people be? It's just school, not boot camp!

It reminded me of my past life—when I didn't want to go to school back then, my parents didn't cry. Nope, they just grabbed a stick, gave me a little "motivation," and dragged me to school whether I liked it or not. And honestly, I have a sneaking suspicion that my mom in this life wouldn't hesitate to do the same if I threw a tantrum. She's sweet and loving, sure, but I know better than to test her patience. If I ever tried to skip school, I bet she'd pick me up by the ear and personally escort me to class with a smile on her face.

Thankfully, I didn't have to test that theory today. Better to play it safe and avoid unnecessary drama. Besides, the first day wasn't bad at all. I'm sure the routine will become a chore soon enough, but for now, I'm enjoying the ride.

So, that was my first day at school. It wasn't a disaster, and it wasn't amazing, but it was definitely a day worth remembering. Tomorrow's a new day, and who knows what kind of nonsense will happen next? All I know is that I'll survive this, and maybe, just maybe, find a way to skip a few grades and fast-track my way through this whole school thing. Because honestly, sitting in a classroom with a bunch of kids for years isn't exactly part of my master plan.