The first Lesson I Learnt in My Medical School

This is a continuation of First Anatomy Class





                        Chapter 5

From the dissection hall,we went to the lecture hall.Honestly,I have no idea what subject's lecture was it.I just follow other classmate because I knew that our time table should be the same,What I know by then was,the break time is from 11 am to 11.30am.This break doesn't matter much since they don't have a decent canteen or cafe in their college.This time,I'm adamant not to sit at the last row.The first lesson I learnt in my first class during my first day in medical school-never sit at the last bench.
Yet,I manage to get a place just 3 rows front away from the last bench.

Jeeva was sitting beside me again.I just wished he won't be a pain in the ass anymore .Jeeva was from Penang too.I met him in S.M.C,a tuition centre specially for Indian students.Most went to that centre just to use it as a pathway to mingle with girls and those who are lucky,they might end up in a relationship. Jeeva was from Butterworth,a city in the mainland,45 minutes from my place,Alma.I wasn't close with him during S.M.C days.In fact,I hate him for a reason.

It was two months from the beginning of  S.M.C and we was having an English class.I can't recall the sir's name but Jeeva was his favorite student.The English Sir asked the whole class to write a poem in English. All the student were busy writing something.I don't know whether they were  really writing poem or pretending doing so to avoid the strict sir's endless lecture.

At the moment,I was busy talking Kollywood stories with my last bench mates.-again,the last bench.
The sir asked Jeeva to recite his poem.I just avoid all the agenda and continue my stories.Jeeva stood in proud,as if a real poet and crapped something annoying.The sir praised Jeeva to a level that he might carry him to his head and dance.From no where,the Sir noticed me and asked me read mine,loudly in front of the class.

I went in front and standing there like an idiot,smiling and looking at my last bench mates.I saw Jeeva,still  clouded in proud and gave an embarrassing  look at me.

'Faster recite your poem loudly',the Sir yelled.
I still stand quietly.

He came ,pulled my book that I was gripping in my hand and looked at it..Nothing was there except a drawing of a duck with a fat male cartoon resembling the sir.He threw the book at me.The book hit  my chest and fall down.At that moment,it wasn't just the book,but my heroic image too went into the drain.I can't control my temper anymore.As an add on,few girls from Butterworth Convent laughed at me. Swathi one of them,the prettiest girl in the class.How could I control my anger anymore??

I turned to the Sir and sounded him,'fucker,if you utter one more word,I will break your face!'.
The sir zipped his mouth and stood  in shock.The whole class turned into silent ,as if in a mourning ceremony It was my last day in that tuition, a place where they torture students by having their classes early morning during weekends.On that day,I got independence from S.M.C,but not from Jeeva because he was my College-mate during pre-medic.Even then ,I hate him because he was a bully. 

All the student stood up the moment the saw a Sir entered.

to be continue,..