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Back in those experiment days!

We all had workspaces/laboratories in schools, where we did our wholehearted experiments (call them beaker breaking incidents). There were ones for chemistry (with all those weird shaped glass vessels), physics (with all those callipers and meters), biology (dissections, eew!). Ah, so much some of us dreaded those days when the time table had them scheduled!

For some reason, today I remembered those days. I don't know whether it was a certain flash of visual, which brought back that memory, but it anyway flashed across. We didn't know how much of conviction and concentration we had back in those days, but the times spent in those halls were special.

Those days when we were all dressed in our disciplined lab coats, carrying those rough records and fair record books. It was always a pain, to maintain writing those records, but it was funny at the same time. We were all doing the same work, repeating it, to the fair record, and surprisingly, no one complained! Strange things that we all do as students.

I remember once as part of a cleanliness drive (or was it for the love of the teachers?, don't remember which one), couple of friends and I had once cleaned a whole Physics laboratory. The activity was fun, but the historic things which we discovered from that lab that day, was hysterical. In the nooks and corners of those labs, were certain age-old pieces of equipment, which we saw for the first time, and surprisingly, even the other staff and teachers in the lab didn't know that they existed!

But that day was all about some jovial time being spent with the teachers, because they were always there, supervising our work. Those tea breaks which we took together, and fun talks all along, will be remembered throughout a lifetime. I am saying about this because it's a certain special memory which comes flashing in my mind when I think about our school life.

In this season, where all the board exam results are also coming out, a message to all those children getting into the race (supposedly) right now, enjoy all the moments while you're there. You will remember them for long.

That's all for now. Cheers!

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