First notions, First year, First month @ MC
I would like to bring to notice the fact that MC means ‘My college’. It can be really precarious to be a first year sometimes. Playing pranks and prattling in class can make seniors prance on us (which is now proved so wrong). What did I exactly feel when I stepped foot for the first time at MC? Majestic, No, it’s something like man’s first step to moon. Okay, I get it, I am exaggerating. I am still searching for the exact word that puts my feeling for MC in all the dictionaries (including OXFORD, CAMBRIDGE and even the DORLING KINDERSLEY version which my cousin suggested) I could possibly manage to get. I hope that I find the right word before I leave. That day - You may now think which day. It’s August 10th - a pretty lousy day not because of the weather but due to my own turmoil and tantrums. I along with my father, mother and my cousin geared up to MC with all the hopes and aspirations we could muster. My father squealed the brakes a little away from the main entrance and I go...