Law school and hostel looks like a package deal. We see each other day and night in the campus- not doling out a single thought to few strange and later on familiar but unknown faces of "day-skis" that are never considered as part of college.
Ashish Goel- who turned into NUJS alumni- 2 months back- writes about his experience of being a day scholar
My life in law school evinced a strong sense of commitment in me towards the law school in general and
my classmates in particular. I spotted myself always ahead of the clock and the class teacher followed
me to the class to start with the first lecture of the day. All five modules found a cozy room in my black-
colored school-bag, together with colorful pens, markers, food box, and a water bottle as small as a
mustard seed. I assigned price to my words and the only time I talked to people was when inquiring
about the next lecture or the status of their project assignments, or may be sometimes making a request
for a vigilance of the books I preferred to read in the library. No, all this not because I was a freak. Nor
was I a nerd until high school. Yes, precisely. I was a day scholar.
|Being a day scholar|
I was no big fan of solo-celebrations, but staying away from home was simply not my kind of park to
stroll on. I decided that if forfeiture of my ‘hostel life’ was the cost for staying at home with caring
siblings, pampering father, and Chef Mom, I would gladly pay it. Also, I thought my law school was not
the kind of a place to materialize my hostel ‘fantasies’ and I was quite certain of my decision. No, not
because of the teeny-tiny hostels rooms, privacy-killer roommates, or the dusty floors, or even the
standard of washroom hygiene! This was so because I never was a 24X7 people person. And staying in
hostels demands a big mouth that would not quit!
But frankly there were times when I regretted being a day scholar. Again, this is not because I loved
the idea of staying on campus. It might be very peculiar to a truant like me and may not necessarily
be the voice of all day scholars. Every morning I had to surrender my sleep to the wake-up calls of my
Mom. Many a times I lied to her saying there was no 9:30 class. That lie would fetch some expensive
sleep. I thought how awesome things would be if I too were living on campus where there was none to
steal my long overdue winks of sleep. And it was not just about waking up early in the day. My life as a
day scholar had a fierce nightmare called homework/assignments. Just imagine a day scholar burning
midnight oil on assignments to get those extra marks on class participation and then forgetting to carry
them next day to class. The feeling is something like this: Hello, I want to kill myself!
But life as a day scholar has a lot more to look forward to. My first day and my last day in law school are
just the same compared to others. The only difference is that, some time ago, when I ran into the last
month of my five years in law school, I had only one thing to carry forward to in the next stage of my
life: Hope. Unlike on my first day, when I was a hopeless fresher, my last day aired a sense of sanguinity
in all possible directions. But I have earned this hope. It has accumulated devilishly over the last five
years, and I will not let anyone steal it away from me.