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TEN FACTS ABOUT BEING A GIRL IN A T-SCHOOL

  1. Every boy in your class ( in some cases, every boy in the college ) knows your name. Even though you are not "their types".
  2. If  you are a steal ( in the literal sense ) , you might have been requested for "being more than friends" multiple number of times. At times, the same guy requests you many times. Not his fault though.
  3. If the request in [2] is accepted, the girl always has the upper hand. When that lowers down, you can always break up. Requests are like buses ( cliched but true ... mostly ).  
  4. You cannot decide on a mass-bunk on your own. Support from the Martians is  ALWAYS needed. 
  5. Your assignments WILL be copied / photocopied / circulated throughout the class , especially on the night before the submission date. Even if you have copied it from someone else.     
  6. You can be loved or be hated ( rarely ) but certainly NOT ignored.
  7. Teachers won't suspect you at first for any foul play. 
  8. In mechanical workshops ( i.e. , if you have 1/2/3/4 guys in your group ) , you don't have to do much. Just stand and stare - not at the guys / instructor but at the workbench. But if you are in a girls-only group, be prepared to sweat your brows. 
  9. You have to sit in the first four benches of the class during lectures ( unless you are REALLY that cool ).   
  10. You are noticed. No matter how geeky, boring or disinterested you are. 


P.S. : This is not meant to offend anyone. Take it with a spoonful of humour. Have fun.

Pic Courtesy : Google  

Comments

And the best one was the last point..
☆ Rià ღ said…
ha ha...good one!! :D
requests are like buses:P

loved it
:)
Thousif Raza said…
ok :) he he... nice one :)


take care and keep writing...........
yamini meduri said…
wow...too different...!!

nice post dear :)
rainboy said…
oh aisa kya ? :P
Phoenix said…
lol!! :P :) sahi hai!!
Anwesa said…
@Chocolate Lover,

:)

@ Pramoda,

Yeah :) My fav too !

@ Ria,

:)

@redemption .... ,
:D

@Thousif,
Thanks for dropping by !

@Yamini,
:) Really ? Thanks !

@rainboy,
ji bilkul :)

@phoenix,
:D

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