avatarShaista Malik

Summary

The author nostalgically reflects on their cherished school days, which were filled with learning, respect, and joy, and remain a treasured memory.

Abstract

The author reminisces about their school days, describing their school as a second home and a place of significant personal growth. They recall the joy of reading, the discipline of structured learning, and the importance of respect as a core value. Despite the routine of morning assemblies, the challenge of language classes, and the stress of examinations, the author looks back on these experiences with fondness. The school, located on the outskirts of the city, holds a special place in the author's heart, symbolizing a period of life characterized by fun, laughter, and a love for literature.

Opinions

  • The author has a deep emotional connection to their school, viewing it as a place of happiness and growth.
  • Reading was a significant part of the author's life, with a particular fondness for devouring literature in the school library.
  • The school is remembered for instilling the value of respect in the author, on par with academic subjects.
  • The author now views the once-dreaded aspects of school, such as morning assemblies and exams, with a sense of endearment.
  • The passage of time and the transition from student to graduate have not diminished the author's attachment to their school experiences.

What’s Something I left Behind In The Past?

My school days were amazing.

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When I peek at my childhood, the memories of my school stand out. Located on the outskirts of the city, it was my second home. Still basking in its glory, its building is reminiscent of the great time I had there.

A place where I learned to speak my mind, structure my sentences, and visualizing my imaginations. Respect was taught like another important subject.

Exceeding the quota of the books per week and bribing a friend to use her card instead, I was on a mission to read all the available literature in the school library.

Full of fun and laughter, time flew in the blink of an eye. The monotonous morning assembly, the boring language classes, and the dreadful examination season are now a thing of the past.

I may have graduated from there, but everything associated with it has permanently got a fixture in my heart.

Schools
Past
Short Story
Writing
Memories
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