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Drifting through memories, confessions to a two-year-old.

Eighth-grade midterm open house Open houses, if there's one thing I hate about schools, that's Open houses. Yes, there are no boring classes but still not being a teacher's pet I'd rarely had the honor to hear good things about myself during my past encounters. But this time, It was different. I was able to score good grades in the exams and I hadn't participated in any mischievous activities in the past months. So I was more than happy to accompany my mother to meet the class teacher. The whole scenario went upside down when she saw the most talkative kid in the class walking towards her with a lively smile. I still remember that she started the conversation by calling out to God. To quote Thanooja Mam, the best class teacher I've ever had, "Oh my god, this Ajvad. Honestly, madam, I don't know what to do with your son. He is constantly talking in the class like he doesn't give a second's rest to his mouth or the teachers or the