Well, First day in College was a bit of a muse. I happened to study directly in a university and not a college and ironically my Dad was also a HOD in that university though a different dept. Both of us belonged to the Engineering Department.
I remember the looks the staff and my classmates gave me when we were asked to introduce ourselves with our Dad'sd names and I said who I am. This till the end remained a bit of a plus point and a minus point.
The minus point being that I was always seen as the "HOD's daughter" and so hardly had few friends who moved with me very close to me. I was never known as myself. My individuality was most often lost.
The plus point being I was not ragged by the seniors. There was this particular group known to be a terror in ragging. When they asked me who I was, I told them I was the daughter of so and so. They immediately turned and discussed among themselves "Hey, better leave her alone. Danger Party." I laugh to myself this day when I think of it. Incidentally, that minute, my Dad was walking down the corridor though he hardly saw what was happening inside the classroom. The seniors however saw him and took to their heels.
Today my Dad is no more, but I cherish being known as "Our Professor's Daughter" by his students - some of them who have been my colleagues.
