FIRET IMPRESSION

Calm down Kriti... Deep breaths...in...out...

Did it work? No. It's all just in books and movies where it looks good. I have everything ready, my books,my backpack, all stationaries required and my uniform neatly pressed and ready to wear. But I'm just super nervous, I mean it's super nerve wracking. My first day at college, no one I know will be there. New teachers, new friends, God I don't even know if I can be close to others or other will be comfortable enough being with me.

"Kriti! Isn't it time dear?"

Crap!

"Coming amma!" OK girl you got this. I tie my hair in a pony tail, line my eyes with eyeliner and add a little of my tinted lip balm to my lips. I go out of my room and start stuffing my mouth with the hot dosa and spicy chutney. "God, stop that I don't want to loose a daughter at this young age". That makes me choke on my food. Seriously, at this point? I drink the water given by her. Arun is already gone to his school half an hour before.

I reach my sch- Oops sorry, my college right on the bell, at 9.30 am. So much for first impression. I still have to find my classroom out of these twenty papers on notice board. And it's on 4th floor, LH-34 criminology batch. And guess what the students are not allowed to use the elevator but faculties can. But who cares, I'm already late so let it go. I jump into elevator and reach my classroom. It's plain wooden door with side glass pane and I can see a lecturer talking. So nice for me, note the sarcasm. I knock and then open the door, "sorry for being late maam, actually I got lost a bit".

"It's first day so it doesn't matter but don't make a habit out of it". I nod my head into confirmation and make my way to the only sit present on the left side, second row with a girl of pale skin, but lively eyes.

"Hey, my name is Sneha. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, my name Krithika. Nice to meet you too."

I noticed that our present lecturer was a petite looking woman, with darker tan skin tone, a medium height and maybe a 5 feet tall. Oh and she is wearing a silver nose ring of some design not exactly vissible but bright enough. She asked all of us to introduced ourselves and tell our previous schooling, our interests, and that why we have chosen this subject criminology. I notice that atmost there are 40 students in the class including me. And by the locks of it, most of them are either NRIs or belongs to othher states.

Now I see that the thinking of my classmates is wierd. Most of the people were influenced by the crime related series and such but a considerable amount of people just wanted to have a degree certificate because they did not know the existence of the very subject! I mean it's so interesting to study about the foundation of your country upon which it runs and it's all in all fascinating isn't it? Like see, you get to know the mentality of the constitution makers at that time using these laws and procedure and the whole criminal justice system. OK now I'm starting to sound like a nerd but that's how I blabber about a subject I am interested in.

The rest of the day goes by with same repetitive question being asked repeately every time a different lecturer walks in. And here I thought that the PUC level pre- university and an actually well reputed university have the same rules and same working around the 8am to 5pm attendance time to lecturer.

Its now a lunch break and my ears are very in need of rest. Sneha is actually very talkative like not biting your ear off talkative but certainly about to master that qualification soon. She is a polite talker though and I tried as best to be attentive and converse with her back. Bur all her takling mostly went above my head. I mean i could hardly get my eyes today open and then this girl have to carry on with her chat throughout.

"Are you even listening to me? Hello..?" I focus on a loud voice and a hand waving front of my eyes.

"Yes, very much!".

Sneha gives me those flat eye look and huffs, "What did I ask you now?". "Sorry, I have a very selective hearing. I don't answer silly questions".

She just glares at me. A hard glare kinda look which feels like a very painful expression to be honest. "Awww, baby you look like a pug. So adorable".

"That's it, I'm soo done with you. Our relationship started just 5 hours ago and you have to be an ass to your new girlfriend". Ans she sniffles...

I gape at her and suddenly my eyes snap at that one boy who is have a smirk on his face. I see that he is looking at me with those brown eyes, slight dimpled smile, messy curls and his eyes trained on me. I snap out of it.

Damn the girl can be overly dramatic and LOUD loud. You know what I mean.

I put my right hand on my head squeezing it like I have a headache and grimace, "Babe, I wanted to tell you the truth. It's not you but me. Whatever this relationship is-" I move my Index finger between the gap between us -"won't workout. I think we should stop."

"Oh my. You cannot do that with me not after what we did together".

Okay now irs over dramatic 2.O. I take a look at my surrounding and fond that we are the center of attraction in the class. I hear a throat clearing to my right and notice that a very happy looking class advisers Ms. Laniya is standing by the door.

My face hits up and I turn my head only to hold eyes with that smirking guy for 5 seconds max after which I look at my so called relation partner. "Are you done being dramatic now?". She takes her sit with slight red nose and ear tips showing her embarrassment. "I'm done maam. You can continue the class"

Seriously this girl belongs to a different planet all together. Our class adviser is the same lady that took our introductory class at the beginning. She goes to the front with a smile on her face and starts her class.