Blogs by Hoorix

Oh the horror! Being expressive in class, then being called out by the teacher for “disruptive behavior”. Straight up call me an untamed dog at this point. Save me the indirect insult.  As you can imagine, someone who suffers with Yappititis is completely helpless when it comes to shutting up. This obviously means I’m blabbering through lunch, english, math, science, history—you name it! If the teachers are on medication for severe headaches, I am probably the one to blame.  But nothing is more terrifying than being told to “behave myself” and “keep quiet”. Like, excuse me, miss, are you trying to DIM MY LIGHT?! The audacity. On a serious note, it is a gut-twisting feeling when the teachers tell me to silence in front of the whole class. It’s just so embarrassing to be called out for simply being yourself. I don’t see the teacher yelling at the mute girl in the back for “disrupting” class with her quietness. It’s disrespectful and misbehaving when I’m embracing my personality...

Today was my first day back at school, and I have to say, the washrooms are still a disaster. I mean, we pay thousands in fees, but our washrooms are like a bad joke. Have you seen the state of our girls' washrooms? It's like they're trying to make us cry... or maybe that's just the smell talking. So, our girls' washrooms have these pathetic doors. The locks don't work, and you can't even close the door properly. It's like a game of chance. Will you get the one with the broken lock? Will you get the one with the door that's stuck? Honestly, what is the school staff even thinking? “Hey, let's just leave it broken and hope no one peeks in!” Like, who thought this was a good idea? "Let's not fix the doors, let's just hope the girls can figure it out!" And then there's the water situation. It's like a mythical creature – we've heard of it, but we've never seen it. Is water in the washroom? No, it's a legend! What...

Rain is something I adore. It’s like the best friend who adapts to my mood. It seems like the weather is gloomy and sad, when it’s raining and I’m upset. Other times when I’m happy, the rain feels pleasant and joyful. Unlike my overly-hygienic parents, I don’t mind being soaked by nature. To be honest, rain is therapeutic. Unless you live in cities like Buner. That’s when it becomes a pain in the whole body. Quite literally. This year’s monsoon season definitely broke more than a few records. Even developed, metropolitan cities are going through serious hell. Let alone under-developed cities like Buner! The destruction caused was INSANE. Forget swimming classes, the monsoon teaches you the freestyle stroke whether you like it or not. I could’ve never imagined, the guy I assumed was my best friend, would have the ability to kill over two hundred and forty, living, laughing humans! I thought rain was that chill friend who brings snacks and vibes, but turns out he’s the kind who eats all ...

Being left on read by over ten people is the ULTIMATE form of digital rejection. The group chat would say, “Read by 7, Replied by 0.” I’m sorry, are my jokes that pathetic? They didn’t even insult me; their actions speak louder than words. What are these people even thinking? “Oh someone sent a funny meme! Let me just see the message and not respond, because this person is CLEARLY not worth my attention.” These people can open a message faster than lightning, but when it comes to REPLYING? Suddenly they're living in 1650, writing letters with a quill. Honestly, being left on read by literally EVERYONE is like the group chat by default saying, “Congratulations, you just got left on read by 10 people simultaneously. You clearly have no value, now do you?” At this point, Wi-fi is more responsive than these living-things. Unless everyone got hit by a zombie apocalypse just as I was typing, and their brain was eaten before they could react “lol”. I’m not even asking for an essay respon...

You know that moment when Netflix asks, 'Are you still watching?' Yes, Netflix. Yes, I am. And I hate myself  for it. So, hey there! I am yet another victim of the horrible one-more-episode phenomenon. I am also a victim of the dramas with over a hundred episodes, and I do, in fact, end up watching every single episode (on repeat). The science of saying “one more episode” is way deeper than we perceive. This saying is motivated by the dedication to finish that certain serial. And that dedication is motivated by the interest that has been built. That interest is built through the interesting plot, and attachment to fictional characters (or the handsome actors playing them).  I remember waking up at 7 a.m on a weekday once, just to finish a drama with a very pathetic story. The first thing I did when I woke up was reach for my phone, and binge-watch the episodes, which were conveniently more than required. To top it off, I had exams starting from the next week; instead of binge-...

I’m not even kidding, inflation has literally stolen all cost-effective hobbies, as well. Now every other kid’s predominant hobby is “scrolling” or “Youtube” or “Instagram”. I highly doubt there are any exciting hobbies left that aren’t dominated by rich-kids. Why does everything suddenly have a price tag now?  Scrolling and binge-watching series has become everybody’s default hobby, because it’s “free” (or at least it feels free). It’s not that we are lazy or uninspired—it’s just that everything else demands money upfront.  You like reading? Surprise, surprise! The average novel prices are not lower than 500. This really sucks, because I genuinely feel ashamed asking my parents for the third book this month. I honestly think half of their salary goes to my books. I don’t understand why I have to pay so much for some chemicalised, processed wood? Outrageous.  Baking? Who doesn’t like cake? How wouldn’t like to decorate a cake? Unfortunately, there are thousands of ingred...

I know these “motivational” videos and quotes are just trying to help. But seriously, I know it’s not normal to clock twelve hours a day on Roblox, I know it’s not normal to doom scroll like it’s a full-time job, I know I should pick up a book. You don’t have to remind me and add insult to the injury! I would be minding my own business, watching the 2563745938th reel of the day, and all of a sudden a Harvard valedictorian pops up on my feed, telling me to “just focus” . Okay, but how? I don’t get how I can escape this loop of death by simply “focusing”. Do I just stare at my textbook and scrutinize the words? “Oh look! The letter ‘B’. How fascinating!” That certainly is not focusing . If focusing was that simple, I wouldn’t be boasting my procrastinating qualifications. “Good Things Take Time”. Well how much more time do they need?! I’ve been waiting twelve years! Isn’t that enough time?! Do I just sit around here killing flies until finally “good things” knock on my door, and go, “He...

Dear Kid-who-reminded-the-teacher-of-the-homework, I am writing this letter on behalf of the world-wide student community, to express my heart-felt hatred towards you, and your reminders. If I had a rupee for every time you reminded the teacher about homework, I'd have enough to buy myself a peaceful life. One without you . I hope this letter finds you at the best of your health (I hope not, actually). Despite my utmost respect for you, and your dedication towards learning, I felt it was necessary to bring to your attention the slight (actually, HUGE) issue caused by your unwavering support for the teachers’ lack of memory.  I deeply sympathize with your unhelpful condition which causes you to commit these horrendous crimes. I suspect you might not have a life at home, which is unarguably the mere cause of your desire to pile more school work, on top of the mountain of assignments that already eagerly awaits for your arrival.  If you are the victim of any family issues, contac...

Summer vacations are like a nice, cool drink after working long hours in the fields, under the scorching, blazing sun. They are our REWARD after months of cramming (useless) knowledge. But I’m talking about the plans we innocently and whole-heartedly form even before the summer begins, those are big, fat scams. This blog is mostly targeted at myself; someone who can never stick to a “glow-up plan”. Not that I think I need a glow-up, but it’s nice to improve yourself every once in a while—which are supposed to be the two, sacred months of summer vacation. While school was still around, I was giving myself grand pep talks: I’ll be productive in the summer vacation, if not now. As an attempt to distract myself from the guilt of dawdling, which was absolutely shredding my insides. The vacation rolled around, and I was determined to learn a new language. This ambition lasted for exactly two days, before Duolingo started collecting digital dust on my home-screen. For the record, I do know ...

Hello everyone, and welcome to a long list of things I would be spectacular at if they were actual school subjects. And let's just hope that one day—someday—these subjects do become real (because I need those A+ medals, okay?). Now buckle up, because things are about to get serious. Procrastinating I am a certified procrastinator. No one can beat me. If I got paid every time I dawdled, I would be richer than Elon Musk. No exaggeration. I am the type of person who has twenty tasks on their to-do list but only ends up doing two, which are “brush your teeth” and “have breakfast”. I always tell myself: I’ll do this after watching one more video. But it never is one video. I end up watching half the internet. And guess what, the tasks end up undone! Surprise, surprise. Aside from actual responsibilities, I even procrastinate things I plan for my own enjoyment! I’ve been wanting to watch a certain drama, but I’m always too lazy to search up the first episode so I can start watching. I...

Some people genuinely enjoy class activities. I am not one of them. To me, these so-called “fun” sessions are just disguised sports — except instead of running, you're shifting tables like you're training for a furniture-lifting championship. I find absolutely zero joy in scooting around on the floor just to guess which organism eats frogs. Couldn’t we just do that while sitting at our desks like normal humans?  I vividly remember one incident in language class. Our teacher enthusiastically announced an “interactive” activity and instructed us to rearrange the entire classroom. Ten whole minutes were spent scraping tables across the floor, forming awkward, mismatched groups — only for us to complete the assignment individually. Individually. Exactly as we would have done without the physical workout beforehand. It left me wondering: was the objective academic growth, or unpaid interior designing? Most class activities feel like arm workouts cleverly marketed as “engaging” and ...

Let’s get one thing straight: I am not defending today’s education system. It has flaws. Many. I could complain for hours if given the opportunity. But if you’re asking whether students in the past were more stressed than we are today? Absolutely. Without question. Not even up for debate. Just imagine life without Khan Academy , without ChatGPT , without YouTube . Go on. Try. It’s uncomfortable, right? That was normal life back then. No instant explanations. No five-minute crash courses. Just your brain, your notes, and a tragic-looking textbook that had probably survived three generations. Today, we don’t understand something? We type. We click. We scroll. Boom! Simplified explanation delivered in seconds. Back then, students had to physically go to libraries, dig through shelves, flip through hundreds of pages, and pray the book even had the answer they needed. Academic research wasn’t “Google it.” It was a full cardio session. And teachers? Not all of them were trained to actually t...