Most of you probably know me from my passive-aggressive walk up and down the high school slope, accompanied by what Mr. Tilak calls a “resting mean-sad face” (still not sure how that makes sense, but apparently, it does). Wait, it’s August again? Time just passes by when you’re slipping down the hostel path and almost breaking your teeth next to the Health Centre. That was me, but now I think I can chase people down the mossy trails. If I may say so myself, that’s progress, y’all! 

I can’t believe I have grown so much over these nine months. When I see someone trying to locate their classes, I see how I ran from MC to Quad trying to locate mine. 

With the many mishaps I have had, you know, a langour using me as a tree-climbing prop or when I rode a mule (not a donkey) during Activity Week, I still wouldn’t miss this. Sure, I wouldn’t have chosen to drink a vanilla latte in the peace garden, leave the QS door open, or attempt to eat porridge for breakfast (seriously, don’t do it — you will choke).

From fighting with someone on my first day of school to rationally arguing (trust me, I’m sensible now), and from homeschooling myself (I promise I’m not weird) to living with three roommates, Woodstock has given me so much. Not that it’s all perfect, but hey, at least we can say we climbed a hill to get to school.

And this is just the beginning — there’s so much more to tell you about life at Woodstock, so stay tuned — there are plenty more anecdotes to come!

Narayani is co-editor of The Woodstocker