Where commerce begins all ethics end

On an early Monday morning when the sun had just risen, I found myself walking down Tranquility Avenue. I slouched past the mandar, I strode past the Principal's lane and I entered the domain of the Barry Block, a modern day torcher cell.
I went on, past the age-worn benches and the desolate tree. Up the stairs, one... two and three. And then I looked to enter the first room that I saw; The H2 'Commerce' classroom. As I placed my foot beyond the thin line which meant either freedom or sheer nonsense, I had this sinking feeling that now there was no turning back. This was going to be the begining of a long, long day.
The situation inside the classroom was that of complete chaos and utter confusion. Azam was singing, being backed up by a few more in the front row. The back-benchers on the right were having a engrossing discussion on which is a better "educational" institution, LGS defence or LGS defence?
The back-benchers on the left were fast asleep, not getting disturbed and returning the favour except for an occasional snore. Then there were the 'odd ones'. You could recognize an odd one as soon as you saw one, I don't need to go into the details of the 'odd ones'.
After the 'odd ones' come the outstanding students. Do not be misled by the title, the truth is far from it. If you are of the opinion that the outstanding students are intellectuals with books, you are sadly mistaken. Only the 'odd ones' carry the books. They, supposedly, don't carry the intellectuals. The outstanding students, however, were perpetually convinced that they could learn more from the outside of the classroom than from the inside of it.
The outstanding students basically comprised of a horse and a tomboy. Unfortunately, these two could never achieve the feat of being "respectfully" excused from the classroom. Which brings us to our next group, the group that has never entered the classroom to begin with. And so they never will, so we will leave them out of this discussion.
Sitting adjacent to the Noon choir was the band of brothers. This bunch always sticks together through thick and thicker. Nothing could distract the band, in fact the band was usually the main disctraction. Immune to all paper-shelling, plane crashing and feeble cries of 'shut up!', the band just did what it did. It did its thing and its thing is quite arbitrary.
Amidst all the potential circus, stood alone someone in pink shouting at the top of her voice. She remains unheard. Respect.
"This must be the Business Studies class", I said to myself. There was not a sign of ethics, not even a beacon of hope of finding any. Not in the band, nor the choir, not even in the 'odd ones', who were with there books by the way, not even in them.
Questions upon questions, excercises upon excercises were piled upon us like another brick on our backs to carry for miles to recess. Every red mark on our notebooks felt like a whip, destroying our previous hard work and compelling us to work harder. Brutally tortured and overworked, everyone looked forward to the promiseland of the 'Break Time'.
I felt so stretched out during recess that I felt as if the wild horses who were trying to tear me apart had grown wilder with the passage of time. I felt that the rope that bound my arms and legs to each horse had grown thicker and thicker. The band could have survived the thickness, but I certainly could not. I decided that I needed a hotdog.
I made my way to the crowded cafeteria. There I came across a group of short people trying to jump as high as they could to touch the tip of the chandelier that hung from the ceiling. They all jumped in vain, in fact they all jumped into my path and startled me. I was expected to walk on without getting as much as a 'sorry!'. Now that I was familiar with the norms, I didn't bother waiting for one either. Not realizing that they very well might be expecting an apology from me!
People here were worse than pick-pockets. They would sneak up on you, yes, but instead of picking your pocket, they would downright pick you up! And in the end you would have to pay for that little joyride. So by the time I rode my way to the counter, I found out that I could only treat myself to a hotdog. And so I did.
I took a bite and it tasted revoltingly of nothing. That was strange, I must've been dreaming. So I took another bite leading to the same result. Sorry, did I say 'treat' myself to a hotdog? My bad. And I thought I had the most sophisticated gustatory sense. I needed to check, in fact I HAD to check but I could not afford it.
So I had to swallow my pride, just as one swallows coke to quench their thirst. Hmmmmmm refreshing!
I swallowed my pride and picked someone up. I didn't ask for money, I just asked for a bite of the 'club'. The someone was a junior ofcourse, what could be more unethical? Robbing a blind man? Dammit why didn't my mind work this fast then. oh well..
The 'club' hit me hard as it tasted of nothing as well and so did the lumba(long one). I'm referring to an eatable, so wipe that silly smirk off your face. As a result I had a fair bit of an idea of what the chicken toast would taste like. Well, even if I didn't, I wasn't going to try and find out. Mainly owing to the fact that the chicken toast has no chicken on it!
As a result of this lingering I did not hear the bell ring and I got late. While walking leisurely... I mean sprinting back to class I was stopped by a perfect prefect who told me to bend down. I did as I was told for he did look menacing. I then thought to myself, "This is outrageous! What possible pleasure could they derive by viewing the backside of a man..."
I thought no further.
When I finally reached the classroom REALLY late, I was informed that I had been bestowed the honour of being declared an outstanding student along with the horse and the tomboy. I remained outstanding till the end of the day without being offered as much as a glass of water.
That day I promised myself not to venture beyond Room no. 1 as I could tell things were not going to improve further down the corridor. But then again, promises are meant to be broken. Whether you are on this side or that is irrelevant because Where H2 Commerce begins, all ethics do end.