Recently I have passed my college and now waiting for university admission. When I sit for studying the university admission materials, the past days appear before my eyes. I start missing the days. I was a student of the seventh grade at the Kendriya Vidyalaya in Hazratpur in Firozabad. There were some other students with me and we had formed a group. All of the group members used to occupy the last benches. Thus we were named as the ‘backbenchers’. Most of the times, the troubles in the class were created by us. But the teachers did not punish us severely or seriously as we were top students in the class as well. After any of the trouble, it became a policy of the teachers that they would ask us questions about our study and they could not make us stop with the academic issues. So, they could not punish us. Moreover, some of the students of the class were in our favour and thus we got rid of all the troubles.

But one day, luck did not favour us. Unfortunately, none of the backbenchers has brought the copy that was used to answer the questions. So, we planned to bunk the class. In fact, we planned to bunk the school that day. Accordingly, all of us got out of school boundary by scaling the wall. Everything went right until one of us failed to cross the wall. He could not cross the wall and fell on the ground. He got injured and shouted for help. His shout attracted everyone. The school staffs came for his help and inquired about how he fell down. The boy told everything about the school bunking. When the boy was asked about the names, he described everything about us. He told about our names and rolls numbers to identify us. We were identified!

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