Having taken the trouble to provide useful information that can aid us in understanding the character and the features of MISS D——, it should not be difficult to recognize her among other students present in Comprehensive High School, Ayetoro(snr) on a day in September, 2014—the first day of resumption to the 2014/2015 session—as said somewhere in the preceding episodes. If anyone had wanted to see MISS D—— on that day, such a person could have easily be on the look out for the newly transferred JSS3 students. And watch them closely as they jumped and roamed about the school premises in their new uniforms. MISS D——, to be certain, was not jumping that morning. She was walking. And among those walking, such a person could have look for the one that was walking perfectly on toes, with her head moving up and down rhythmithically. That was our protagonist. She was walking like that with one of her friends arm in arm that morning, moving from one class to another, to see her formal friends. Remember, this is ‘senior school’, and I believe my readers are not ignorant of the fact that the most of the SS1 students would have to make new friends. Yes, they had to. For it was at that point that they parted their formal friends to pursue their dreams. Their friends might have different ambitions, and they must part. MISS D—— had lost many of her formal friends; and that morning, the first day of resumption, she was visiting them all with her new friend, MISS S——, whom fate demanded of to choose the same department with MISS D——. But which department? SG, CG, CW, or HG. No one could tell. And the department where she was visiting her formal acquaintances, is of the dimmest apprehension at this moment. Only one clue could lead us in this circumstance, and it was the conversation that passed between MISS D—— and one of her formal acquaintances while she was visiting them that morning.
MISS D—— had walked into a class, still arm in arm with MISS S——. While some students in the class were moving with uncompromising gratitude from one place to another, some were standing in groups, and some, sitting on tables, were jesting in their ways—the childhood way. Oh, what a happy life of youth. If many of us had known, we would have begged our teachers not to promote so that we could be with our secondary school friends all our lives. Only if you know how depressed I am writing this. At the verge of shedding tears, though. A good time it was, our secondary school days in Comprehensive High School, Ayetoro(snr). But it is gone, and, sad to say, it is not to be seen again. We have parted, I hope all of us will be happy in the midst of those we find ourselves today and in the future.
The class was heavy with indistinct noise of prospective compronians. Every now and then, chuckles would be perceived from this corner of the classroom, and a youthful loud voice heralding a sense of togetherness and satisfaction from that corner. MISS D—— stood stupefied at the entrance of the classroom with her eyes wandering about for familiar faces. ( readers please, can you imagine the figure standing at the entrance of that classroom? A student goddess in green pinafore! How perfect was MISS D—— in her school uniform that morning took me a great deal of hours to express in words, yet I could not. The words to use are really not in Oxford advanced learners dictionary—the book I treasured after religious ones. Yes, a student goddess was all I could write).
It took MISS D—— a great deal of minutes before she recognized one of her former acquaintances and ran to hug her. MISS D—— was just friendly. She disliked no one. Even when offended, she was always ready to steady the blame on her head at the expense of her right. And that consequence made her a brilliant moon among the stars of her friends. She did not believe in beauty or ugliness, once you are a human being, you are her friend. Not only human beings, even little insects gain from her philosophy. She had once sprained her ankle while trying to save an ant. What a simple girl!
‘D——,’ exclaimed her friend as she saw MISS D—— running towards her, the friend. They folded themselves in their arms for some moment, then MISS D—— curtsied with her eyes as a sign of greeting to other students about her.
‘See your apples,’ exclaimed MISS D—— with a fat smile, tickling both sides of her friend's chest with an index finger. ‘What did you used on them during the holiday, Constance?’ she joked, revealing her charming eyebrows as she raised them at her friend.
‘That's your way, stop kidding jors,’ said Constance with her eyes set on MISS D——’s flat chest.
‘Tell me, you used gulusho on them.’
‘Forget that, jors. Are you coming from CW?’
‘See,’ said MISS D, avoiding her friend's eyes with tightened lips, ‘Constance, I don't think I can cope in CW.’
‘Why?’ said Constance, folding her arms such that they concealed her small apples with great consternation.
‘I don't think I can cope,’ repeated MISS D. Motioning MISS S—— who had come to her to sit beside her. ‘This is S——, Constance. Constance meet S——, my new friend.’
‘Hi, S——,’ said Constance, extending her hands to the other.
‘It's nice meeting you,’ said MISS S— as she released her hands from the other.
‘But D——,’ said the agitated Constance, gathering her brows together, ‘Why did you leave CW? Which class are you choosing now? But you told me you would love to be in the technical class.’
‘Constance, I hope you understand me.’
‘What do I have to understand, D——.’
‘That I can't cope with those boys. I was the only girl with them this morning. I had to leave the class and started looking for you all. You've deserted me.’
‘You can't cope with the boys,’ whined Constance, trying vainly to repress a smile. ‘So, what department are you going now?’
‘In fact, for now, imagine me being in any department save CW.’
Thus we gathered from the conversation that passed above that MISS D—— of CHSA was—by no means—from CW. And it will be good at this point to imagine our protagonist in any of CG, HG or SG.
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