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CLASS CONFUSION

Since I am working, I have to pursue my higher studies through distance education. In the last week of April, I had my first day of classes. I was curious because, after a long gap, I was back to studying. I wore my new dress, packed my bag, and went to the college. I attended the first session—it was quite interesting!

However, my name wasn’t on the attendance sheet, even though I had paid the fees on time. I checked with the supervisor and got my name added to the attendance sheet. Three successful sessions were over. I made a few friends, and we exchanged contact numbers.

Before the final session, we got a chance to meet our coordinator. While I was complaining to him about the attendance issue, I was shocked by his response. He smiled and said, "You don't belong to this class. Your classroom is in the next building."

I gave him a big smile and walked out of the classroom, feeling a little ashamed. After coming out, I had a hearty laugh. Ha ha ha... I’m so silly!

Originally published on 23 May 2010

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