And I'm freeee...

Ok, so in case you were wondering why I was dormant for so long, here's the answer. I've been in training for a month now and today finally!! I"m freeeee!!! I'm someone who never liked school. Can you imagine putting me through a month of that time again? Variety of trainers, heavy information download, classroom jokes(the better part) and the killer...Homework!!! Eww. And what's the key takeaway? An extensive research in the field of the behavior of the organism that exists in the four walls of a classroom/training room and is usually found in the forefront. Yes, the Trainer! Here are my keen observations:

- The I'm-too-stylish-for-you trainer: I usually carry my extra dose of concentration pills for her class coz I'm sure to get distracted with her accent, flowing hair, shiny/silly clothes, nail paint, shoes, earrings, or cleavage.

- The let-me-sing-for-you trainer: This one's called singy-songy. An aspiring singer caught in the wrong profession. Someone told her lessons could be sung and she took it a little too seriously. ;D

- The Shatabdi Express: This one probably wanted to be an F1 racer. The one who loves to go full speed and the brightest student shall be he who can catch up. Doesn't matter how many are left behind.

- The I-don't-know-but-I-can-get-back trainer: That's their typical line and it gets you thinking whether they're actually a trainer. I mean isn't it convenient to promise to get back to us with a solution and never do? I'm sure my fellow colleagues would relate to this line. ;d

- The d-r-r-r-a-a-a-b-b-b bore: This one dresses up so terribly that it distracts you. You itch to fix that broken button, iron the shirt, hide the glaring undershirt and comb their hair. Ok, I'm not a control freak but this one will give a big moral boost to your dressing sense.

This might sound mean but it was struggling to come out. Phew!!