Thanks For The Memories
Olivia
It was 8:oo pm as my father came in and said we were going out for a surprise. This was rare, after my mother passed away after she gave birth to me, my dad was always finding it hard to juggling with his work and looking after me, this is hard as i am dyslexic. My dad needs to get extra help for me as I'm starting high school I am 11.
My father took my hand and escorted me to the car. This would be the last time i set foot in this car. It was getting dark and the rain was pelting on the car i sat back and looked out the window to figure out where we were going. I was in the passenger's seat and my dad was driving. It was so cold outside that the car windows started to freeze.
We were coming out of the tunnel when my dad threw his hand at the horn "BEEP-" There was silence as our bodies got forced forward and the airbags hit our face. The windscreen was completely shattered and the car smaller and bashed as it was before. Then i heard cars drifting to avoid the van and our car then came screams and the van drivers voice shouted "Call the ambulance... as I loss concise.
I woke up seeing light above me and doctors all around me holding an mask to my mouth while rushing me into the intensive care unit. Everything around me was blurry and i was thinking more about my dad than the pain that was shooting around be fragile body. I lost concise again as my body was giving up on me everything went blank.....
I woke up four months later to see my dad at the side of my hospital bed clenching my hand and saying how much he loved me and the surprise was what my mum wanted to show you when you were going to high school it was a locket saying "never give up from mum and dad" , as i started to see objects ,shadows, colors etc. i could see that my dad was with a nurse sitting in a wheel chair with a neck supporter on and a stocky on his left arm and the locket in the other he was in a very critical condition but still putting up a fight to see me. I lifted my hand to take off the mask I was wearing but I was unable as I was so weak and shocked to see my father and me hocked up in all sorts of different wires. I looked around again at my dad and said i love you too as he started to drifted off the nurse was shouting numbers and letters at the other doctors and nurses. They put my dad on a stretcher and rushed him back to his room, all i could think about was him. I was crying while nurses where trying to calm me down. I was fighting to get out of my bed and walk. I pulled myself up and got out of bed , my foot touched the ground but not for long as i fell down with it. The doctor lifted myself up into bed and said the words i was dreading to hear " i didn't want to be the one that told you but your so unwell you can't walk, you can barely move". i was confused and said "but i got myself out of bed " then the doctor replied if you didn't see your dad you would have not, it is your adrenaline kicking in" i stopped and lay there while the doctor was feeding me through a tube i thought to myself is this a nightmare?
The next day the nurse came in and held my hand she said to me, "i am so sorry to tell you this but your dad has past away ,but there is a family wanting to adopt you they are lovely and they have a wee girl your age that also has dyslexia so you will be going to the same classes". i stopped and looked away as tears ran down my face, down my eye. i was distort that my dad past away but i was so pleased to hear that someone wanted me with my learning disorder, that i would finally have a mum and a sister that understood me.
The week after the bad news my new parents and their doctor visited me that was my first visit since my dad came in. The family looked beautiful the mother of this family had long blond hair and blue eyes she was skinny, The father had short light brown hair with green eyes and was also skinny and the little girl had blond hair and green eyes. The mother looked at me and said "Hello i know what you have been through but we are willing to bring you into the family then we can have another beautiful little girl. The little girl looked at me and said "we will have fun together because you have the same learning disorder as me and we both have blond hair and skinny and small" the father said "we will help you every step of the way and you will love your new room". i smiled and finally saw hope.
Three months later everyone was shocked to see me walking running and talking again. the nurse said it was finally time to go with your new family. The nurse gave me a present from my new mum dad and sister, i opened it with excitement and pulled out a nice new pink dress with white tights and new pink shoes. There was a card it stayed "we are so glad you made it through this nightmare and pulled through so we bought you this and there is still more to come because we are coming to get you today! i was so excited, i ran in my hospital room and put on my new outfit while the nurse was pleating my hair. Few hours later the family came through gave me a hug and held my hand they put me in there car with the little girl next to me and off we went to the new house.
As we arrived i took one look at the house and my mouth dropped it was massive. My new mum was holding two suitcases with all me new clothes and my new father was holding all my new teddy bears. Then the little girl took my hand and ran with me to my new bedroom i was so happy to see all of my new furniture. It looked like a princess's room. The mother and father kissed me and the little girl hugged me they said that i have been through so much that i should now live like a princess. My new dad gave me my locket.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why could my dad not have lived ?
is he with my mum now ?
is it okay to cry ?
My father took my hand and escorted me to the car. This would be the last time i set foot in this car. It was getting dark and the rain was pelting on the car i sat back and looked out the window to figure out where we were going. I was in the passenger's seat and my dad was driving. It was so cold outside that the car windows started to freeze.
We were coming out of the tunnel when my dad threw his hand at the horn "BEEP-" There was silence as our bodies got forced forward and the airbags hit our face. The windscreen was completely shattered and the car smaller and bashed as it was before. Then i heard cars drifting to avoid the van and our car then came screams and the van drivers voice shouted "Call the ambulance... as I loss concise.
I woke up seeing light above me and doctors all around me holding an mask to my mouth while rushing me into the intensive care unit. Everything around me was blurry and i was thinking more about my dad than the pain that was shooting around be fragile body. I lost concise again as my body was giving up on me everything went blank.....
I woke up four months later to see my dad at the side of my hospital bed clenching my hand and saying how much he loved me and the surprise was what my mum wanted to show you when you were going to high school it was a locket saying "never give up from mum and dad" , as i started to see objects ,shadows, colors etc. i could see that my dad was with a nurse sitting in a wheel chair with a neck supporter on and a stocky on his left arm and the locket in the other he was in a very critical condition but still putting up a fight to see me. I lifted my hand to take off the mask I was wearing but I was unable as I was so weak and shocked to see my father and me hocked up in all sorts of different wires. I looked around again at my dad and said i love you too as he started to drifted off the nurse was shouting numbers and letters at the other doctors and nurses. They put my dad on a stretcher and rushed him back to his room, all i could think about was him. I was crying while nurses where trying to calm me down. I was fighting to get out of my bed and walk. I pulled myself up and got out of bed , my foot touched the ground but not for long as i fell down with it. The doctor lifted myself up into bed and said the words i was dreading to hear " i didn't want to be the one that told you but your so unwell you can't walk, you can barely move". i was confused and said "but i got myself out of bed " then the doctor replied if you didn't see your dad you would have not, it is your adrenaline kicking in" i stopped and lay there while the doctor was feeding me through a tube i thought to myself is this a nightmare?
The next day the nurse came in and held my hand she said to me, "i am so sorry to tell you this but your dad has past away ,but there is a family wanting to adopt you they are lovely and they have a wee girl your age that also has dyslexia so you will be going to the same classes". i stopped and looked away as tears ran down my face, down my eye. i was distort that my dad past away but i was so pleased to hear that someone wanted me with my learning disorder, that i would finally have a mum and a sister that understood me.
The week after the bad news my new parents and their doctor visited me that was my first visit since my dad came in. The family looked beautiful the mother of this family had long blond hair and blue eyes she was skinny, The father had short light brown hair with green eyes and was also skinny and the little girl had blond hair and green eyes. The mother looked at me and said "Hello i know what you have been through but we are willing to bring you into the family then we can have another beautiful little girl. The little girl looked at me and said "we will have fun together because you have the same learning disorder as me and we both have blond hair and skinny and small" the father said "we will help you every step of the way and you will love your new room". i smiled and finally saw hope.
Three months later everyone was shocked to see me walking running and talking again. the nurse said it was finally time to go with your new family. The nurse gave me a present from my new mum dad and sister, i opened it with excitement and pulled out a nice new pink dress with white tights and new pink shoes. There was a card it stayed "we are so glad you made it through this nightmare and pulled through so we bought you this and there is still more to come because we are coming to get you today! i was so excited, i ran in my hospital room and put on my new outfit while the nurse was pleating my hair. Few hours later the family came through gave me a hug and held my hand they put me in there car with the little girl next to me and off we went to the new house.
As we arrived i took one look at the house and my mouth dropped it was massive. My new mum was holding two suitcases with all me new clothes and my new father was holding all my new teddy bears. Then the little girl took my hand and ran with me to my new bedroom i was so happy to see all of my new furniture. It looked like a princess's room. The mother and father kissed me and the little girl hugged me they said that i have been through so much that i should now live like a princess. My new dad gave me my locket.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why could my dad not have lived ?
is he with my mum now ?
is it okay to cry ?
Perfection only lasts in photos.
Rae
It was just like the initial explosion of fireworks.
Your eyes widen, your break gets caught, the colors take over your vision, and you take an inevitable step back.
That's how it was when I met Sean. I don't know if it was those blue jeans, or his t-shirt. Well, maybe it was that smile, or those crystal blue eyes. He brought the sunshine to me even at midnight, with a smile that always reaches his eyes. I could tell you every detail, every dream, every hope, but that isn't what love is. Love is the feelings, oh those feelings. You could know every aspect about that person, but that isn't what love is.
I mean, he does stand with his hands in his pockets, or with his ankles crossed slightly leaning back, He does sing to every song he hears, he did sing to me before. Hell, he played the piano, the guitar, he sang every song on his iPod until I fell asleep with the phone raddled to my chest, keeping any trace of his voice next to me. His dream was to be a sniper, his goal was to be the best man he could be and he always thinks he failed, but he never fails. He told me I was the stars to his universe, explained everything I didn't understand.
He told me I was perfect. I was beautiful.
I disagreed. Now when it came to his, he has perfection in any way possible.
We had it all. I waited a year for him to finally notice me, and when he did, I had the firework effect. ..We had it all for three months.
Three months in heaven? Three months.. those three months changed my life forever.
It ended at the fair. You had to end it at the fair. Not even an hour after we had run up to each other and embraced under the lights, the stars, in front of every one there.
You held onto me, you kissed the cut on my leg when I fell. You showed me the final feelings of true love, I gave you the bracelet that said, "I'm Yours".
I remember my heart beating with raw emotion, when you looked me in the eyes and smiled sadly and told me something that tore me down forever; 'You are an amazing girl, but there are no fireworks.'
Remember my firework theory? Yeah it exploded... in my face, it burned me, and broke my heart, literally. After that I was crushed, we continued to talk. You smiled, I didn't. I turned. I stepped away. I trusted you with every secret. I told you about the guy who touched me and wouldn't stop. You said you would never let that happen again. You promised to always be mine.
My love for you was more than I could handle, because I told a step away, and stared at the moon, and then ran. I ran through the fair. I ran from the pain, which turned into me running right into it, as you came after me, just because you could, not because you wanted too.
I then learned it was possible to cry till you fall asleep, only to awake crying. IT IS POSSIBLE. It's happened for the 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days after wards. The waking up, the going to sleep, only to never remember the days.
It has been a year, four months, and 10 days since that night at the fair.
June 18th.
I'm better. I can smile now. I can laugh more. I walk with a bounce to my step. It's possible to be happy again, yes. But it's impossible to get rid of the pain, and literal scars I now have forever etched into me.
How will I explain the scars on my ribs to my husband, or to my kids? I can't.
Yet, even to this day I can never say anything bad about him.
He still brings the sunshine to me even at midnight.
It was a boring day in middle school and I was on facebook and Julio goes online. We started chatting and hey, he asked me out. I was soo happy when he asked me out. After that day I couldn't eat or sleep, we saw each other every day.he was the first one to say I love you. He would tell me how he felt and he wouldn't be afraid of what people said of us.he would always hold my Hand and tell me that he would never leave me. I was soo happy with him it took me a month to realize that I loved him, really and truly. I loved everything about him, his smile, laugh, the way he would make a face when he told a joke. I was crazy for him and the funny thing is that I never even kissed him. I loved him so much that I never kissed him or did things that would hurt him in anyway. Then one day my dad got me into a deep state of depression and I cut myself. The following day I went to school and I saw Julio. He saw my cuts and wouldn't talk to me. Then he told people that he was gonna dump me.I was so crushed when I heard that.... I know it was stupid but I cut myself even more. Eventually both of my arms. From the wrist up, had cuts. He broke up with me and then started spreading rumors about me. I was devastated when I heard that Julio,my Julio was spreading these lies. I cried for three hours straight. That was he first time I ever cried over a guy. I honestly thought that he and I were gonna stay together forever but instead he dumped me he first chance he got. I tried everything to at least be friends with him but he said that he could never be friends with an emo girl. I told him how I stopped and that I loved him yet he never listened. Eventually he stopped listening to me and avoided me. Then we went on to highschool and all these girls go up to me and ask me if I'm the famous fawn.they told me what they said and all I could think about was what I did wrong. Was I really such a bad person? I went into depression I cut myself everyday and started fights over nothing. I got in trouble with he cops and social services. Till this very day I always say to myself why can't he love me? what did I ever do to him? Am I really that ugly? when will this pain end? I will never forget the day he asked me out and told me that he loved me 3-17-11.we dated for two months never having any problems.
When I was a student of Saint Rita’s High School our Headmistress was honorableSister MERI DIPIKA, a well educated, punctual and sincere, skilled administrator, soft hearted and even etc.etc…I have no word to describe about her qualities. In a word she was as like as mother/sister and sometimes like a jailer. Her personality, process of teaching and everything that she did always enchanted us. She was versatile. And with due respect I always remind her each and every speech till now and hope to keep it up until death. I strongly believe that in my every steps of life if I did/do any good things was and will be the result of being a student of her. She loved me as much that I think more than any other. When we were at class ten she taught us English 1st paper and I think it was the main cause why the students of our batch did good in English. Reading by underlining the words was her advice. At present when I go to teach my student I follow the rule that she taught us. I do so and I have got the result. Sister, wherever you are be well always.
Oh my God! Now I am going to tell about one of my favorite teachers. Yes she wasSister Monika. We have a little opportunity to be her student. She joined when we were at class ten. But in that short time she appeared close to our heart and till now. She had a sweet, beautiful, innocent smile on her face and a soft-loving heart. She loved us very much. When I called her she sweetly says, “Oh Harun, kemon aso?” Can you believe! It’s a great honor to me that she knows me as she knew me before seven years. In the soft corner of my heart there is a little banker where she was and she will be forever with all respect.
When we were at class seven, one day we are gathering in the class meanwhile, a young, handsome, dashing man entered into the class room with gravity. He was none but one and only Belalur Rahman (Belal Sir) .It was our agriculture class. His first sentence that I will never forget was, “Are you here for cutting grass? (Ghash katar jonno ekhane eshso?)” It was his entrance. We all became quite. From that day we scare of him. But his lectures are so interesting and after some days we invented that our scare has gone and a respect for him gradually building in our heart. And it was at the last of our school life. Belal Sir was all-rounder in all subjects. From class seven to class ten each and every class he took was amazing. He had reputation not only of his teaching but also of his punishment. But we all respect him so much. His loves and capacity of teaching, controlling students always give him the top places.
Your eyes widen, your break gets caught, the colors take over your vision, and you take an inevitable step back.
That's how it was when I met Sean. I don't know if it was those blue jeans, or his t-shirt. Well, maybe it was that smile, or those crystal blue eyes. He brought the sunshine to me even at midnight, with a smile that always reaches his eyes. I could tell you every detail, every dream, every hope, but that isn't what love is. Love is the feelings, oh those feelings. You could know every aspect about that person, but that isn't what love is.
I mean, he does stand with his hands in his pockets, or with his ankles crossed slightly leaning back, He does sing to every song he hears, he did sing to me before. Hell, he played the piano, the guitar, he sang every song on his iPod until I fell asleep with the phone raddled to my chest, keeping any trace of his voice next to me. His dream was to be a sniper, his goal was to be the best man he could be and he always thinks he failed, but he never fails. He told me I was the stars to his universe, explained everything I didn't understand.
He told me I was perfect. I was beautiful.
I disagreed. Now when it came to his, he has perfection in any way possible.
We had it all. I waited a year for him to finally notice me, and when he did, I had the firework effect. ..We had it all for three months.
Three months in heaven? Three months.. those three months changed my life forever.
It ended at the fair. You had to end it at the fair. Not even an hour after we had run up to each other and embraced under the lights, the stars, in front of every one there.
You held onto me, you kissed the cut on my leg when I fell. You showed me the final feelings of true love, I gave you the bracelet that said, "I'm Yours".
I remember my heart beating with raw emotion, when you looked me in the eyes and smiled sadly and told me something that tore me down forever; 'You are an amazing girl, but there are no fireworks.'
Remember my firework theory? Yeah it exploded... in my face, it burned me, and broke my heart, literally. After that I was crushed, we continued to talk. You smiled, I didn't. I turned. I stepped away. I trusted you with every secret. I told you about the guy who touched me and wouldn't stop. You said you would never let that happen again. You promised to always be mine.
My love for you was more than I could handle, because I told a step away, and stared at the moon, and then ran. I ran through the fair. I ran from the pain, which turned into me running right into it, as you came after me, just because you could, not because you wanted too.
I then learned it was possible to cry till you fall asleep, only to awake crying. IT IS POSSIBLE. It's happened for the 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days after wards. The waking up, the going to sleep, only to never remember the days.
It has been a year, four months, and 10 days since that night at the fair.
June 18th.
I'm better. I can smile now. I can laugh more. I walk with a bounce to my step. It's possible to be happy again, yes. But it's impossible to get rid of the pain, and literal scars I now have forever etched into me.
How will I explain the scars on my ribs to my husband, or to my kids? I can't.
Yet, even to this day I can never say anything bad about him.
He still brings the sunshine to me even at midnight.
First love
Fawn
It was a boring day in middle school and I was on facebook and Julio goes online. We started chatting and hey, he asked me out. I was soo happy when he asked me out. After that day I couldn't eat or sleep, we saw each other every day.he was the first one to say I love you. He would tell me how he felt and he wouldn't be afraid of what people said of us.he would always hold my Hand and tell me that he would never leave me. I was soo happy with him it took me a month to realize that I loved him, really and truly. I loved everything about him, his smile, laugh, the way he would make a face when he told a joke. I was crazy for him and the funny thing is that I never even kissed him. I loved him so much that I never kissed him or did things that would hurt him in anyway. Then one day my dad got me into a deep state of depression and I cut myself. The following day I went to school and I saw Julio. He saw my cuts and wouldn't talk to me. Then he told people that he was gonna dump me.I was so crushed when I heard that.... I know it was stupid but I cut myself even more. Eventually both of my arms. From the wrist up, had cuts. He broke up with me and then started spreading rumors about me. I was devastated when I heard that Julio,my Julio was spreading these lies. I cried for three hours straight. That was he first time I ever cried over a guy. I honestly thought that he and I were gonna stay together forever but instead he dumped me he first chance he got. I tried everything to at least be friends with him but he said that he could never be friends with an emo girl. I told him how I stopped and that I loved him yet he never listened. Eventually he stopped listening to me and avoided me. Then we went on to highschool and all these girls go up to me and ask me if I'm the famous fawn.they told me what they said and all I could think about was what I did wrong. Was I really such a bad person? I went into depression I cut myself everyday and started fights over nothing. I got in trouble with he cops and social services. Till this very day I always say to myself why can't he love me? what did I ever do to him? Am I really that ugly? when will this pain end? I will never forget the day he asked me out and told me that he loved me 3-17-11.we dated for two months never having any problems.
DEPTH IN MY HEART
DEPTH IN MY HEART
Batch: 2004-2005
It is hard to find out any student who doesn’t want to be student of a reputed school or college. I am very lucky to be part of such a reputed school which makes me different from any other student. It is a great honor to me. I am an x-student of Saint Rita’s High School. In my memory those days that I have passed here come again and again. Some memories, some personality, some faces I have met that’ll be always in the Depth of my Heart.
When I was a student of Saint Rita’s High School our Headmistress was honorableSister MERI DIPIKA, a well educated, punctual and sincere, skilled administrator, soft hearted and even etc.etc…I have no word to describe about her qualities. In a word she was as like as mother/sister and sometimes like a jailer. Her personality, process of teaching and everything that she did always enchanted us. She was versatile. And with due respect I always remind her each and every speech till now and hope to keep it up until death. I strongly believe that in my every steps of life if I did/do any good things was and will be the result of being a student of her. She loved me as much that I think more than any other. When we were at class ten she taught us English 1st paper and I think it was the main cause why the students of our batch did good in English. Reading by underlining the words was her advice. At present when I go to teach my student I follow the rule that she taught us. I do so and I have got the result. Sister, wherever you are be well always.
Today some faces glowing in front of my eyes, especially Farhad Hossain Sir who was known as master of punishment. I think it’s hard to find anyone who doesn’t feel the touch of his sticks. But personally he was too good. and we came to know that very secret after we had left the school. Oh God! Let Him in heaven.
Late amzad Hossain sir was one of my favorite teachers I have ever got. Till today his hand witting especially when he used to art for any occasion, I just wondered how he could do so! I also pay for him as if Allah may let him in heaven.
Tiutenious Coraiya(Arun Sir) was a soft hearted amazing teacher. Actually we always took chance of his softness and almost we never did his home work properly .But he never took any action against us .Really I missed him a lot today. Sometimes I think myself that if we listened to him attentively or did his HW properly, probably we could do better than today. In the soft corner of my heart a soft, smooth place for him always be there.
Handsome , soft hearted, young and energetic was Avash Gomes Sir. I just love him, man. From class six to eight I had opportunity to be his student. He has awesome hand writing both in Bengali and English. I am so grateful to him for his help of changing my hand writing into better. Hats off!
Shuvol Costa sir was handsome, dashing, young and friendly teacher I have ever met. He has a great, clean and powerful voice and I think if he calls someone from the office room his voice certainly reached to him/her anyhow. Even through the Great China Wall..
Bidhan Chakrabarty Sir was our Bengali teacher in class ten. Teaching us 2nd paper – Grammar. Awesome! He has taught us how to write anything in free hand. I am grateful to him. His great advices always ring on my ear. Hats off!
I can’t tell anything about him. He was only one person in the world, Bijoy Sir. Oh! I still remember his fast and smooth beating. Ha Ha Ha…In this moment fo a second it seems I can see his smiling face with a stick in his hand. Thank you sir for your blessing touches of your stick on me. Ha Ha Ha…
Azahar Uddin Sir, he taught us Islamic Study. He was an Honest and a reticent teacher. But he always kept eyes on us. And I think he knew everything we did then. We could never deceive his sharp eyes.I don’t know how it will be if sir reads this article. With due respect, I wanna tell you that I love you sir.
Oh my God! Now I am going to tell about one of my favorite teachers. Yes she wasSister Monika. We have a little opportunity to be her student. She joined when we were at class ten. But in that short time she appeared close to our heart and till now. She had a sweet, beautiful, innocent smile on her face and a soft-loving heart. She loved us very much. When I called her she sweetly says, “Oh Harun, kemon aso?” Can you believe! It’s a great honor to me that she knows me as she knew me before seven years. In the soft corner of my heart there is a little banker where she was and she will be forever with all respect.
Bibianna Didi was like our mom. In class eight she taught us English 1st pat. A soil hearted woman. She had a sweet voice of singing.
Shukumar Roy sir has sharp eyes with minus power glasses on his eyes. A friendly, open minded with awesome personality. He taught us Biology in class 9-10. In my memoires there are a lot of special moments with him, so its so tough to describe in a word.
Salim Uddin Sir, soil hearted, grave personality a teacher who taught us Physics and Higher math. His CD80 motorcycle and his Tiffin carrier always appear on my eyes.
When we were at class seven, one day we are gathering in the class meanwhile, a young, handsome, dashing man entered into the class room with gravity. He was none but one and only Belalur Rahman (Belal Sir) .It was our agriculture class. His first sentence that I will never forget was, “Are you here for cutting grass? (Ghash katar jonno ekhane eshso?)” It was his entrance. We all became quite. From that day we scare of him. But his lectures are so interesting and after some days we invented that our scare has gone and a respect for him gradually building in our heart. And it was at the last of our school life. Belal Sir was all-rounder in all subjects. From class seven to class ten each and every class he took was amazing. He had reputation not only of his teaching but also of his punishment. But we all respect him so much. His loves and capacity of teaching, controlling students always give him the top places.
If I write anything that hurts any of my teachers. With due respect to my teachers I beg pardon. please excuse me.
