I read in KV……Kendriya Vidyalaya..one of the most esteemed school sangathans of India. I am proud to b a KV student. I love my school. But I am not a production of this school. I initially.. got my learings in KD public school…situated in Bisra where I live. I got in KV in 3 std. I was small enough to recognize it as my school . I always dreamt to learn in this school. Presently, I am in std 12 and jus 1 year is left for me in this school. I am happy as well as sad thinking that I am going to leave this school. I m happy, coz I would no longer hav to wear the same boring school dress after some days……..but sad as well coz I will hav to leave my friends, my teachers and my special school. Time passed like a wave nd I didn’t get time to make myself ready for this. Many sweet nd bitter memories are related with this school of mine. I faced number of challenges ….nd I learned how to face it. I grew from a child to a mature one. I would never forget my school.
Sometimes when I was scolded by my teacher , I always had it in a negative way. But when I crossed X, I understand that teachers r like our friends. I used to think that teachers r jus for dominating over children but now I came to understand that teachers are for guiding us through the right way.
I am jus counting my days left here and gathering all the love and sweet memories which I can carry with me when I will leave my school.
I will never forget a special teacher….thats Ranu mam….who was so loving to me when I was new in this school. I got a mother like touch from her. I didn’t pass more time with her but as much I went with her was a dream like experience. One other maths teacher who was my favorite was Malvi Sir. He was a gentleman. I was sad when he left our school when I proceeded to X. I was very excited to b taught by him on X but when I heard of his transfer I was l’ll disappoint.
The most wonderful class of my life was class X. I really enjoyed it.
The teacher of whom I was most afraid was saroja mam. She was our English teacher. She was a good teacher but I don’t liked her way of handling us in terms of our hair. Well… I wont go so deep.
My long 9 years memory cant be expressed in words….so I conclude here.!!!!!!!
