So what happens is that the uninterested children create chaos in the class and disturb other students as there is no such system in our country to provide only those subjects to the children in which they are interested. Some may find Biology interesting, while others may find English or Math more interesting. It's not necessary that all the subjects are interesting for all the children. Sometimes they get a diary note to be shown to the class teacher or the monitor to sit in the class during assembly. They find different excuses to sit in the class. Apart from this, there are daily morning assemblies that children usually hate and try to avoid. Everything becomes so monotonous that children lose charm in attending the classes. It's difficult to see the 'so-called uniformity daily. Then there are boring school uniforms for continuous many years The same color, same pattern, same hairstyle, and same footwear. They are dried, rude, rough and bitter and that may be due to their job demand as they have to face the class of mixed children but children It seems as if the teachers have descended from some other planet or as if they are from the army who still hold the strict army rules. Howsoever genuine reasons the students give, the teacher would not listen. in front of the other students if the work remains incomplete.These teachers, scold and punish the children for negligence and thus develop a kind of inferiority complex in them. In the class again the teachers are aggressive who pressurize the children for completing work on time. After which, waiting on the bus stop in the early morning hours on the lonely roads adds one more tag to the boring routine life. They enter the bathrooms yawning and unwantedly when it's still dark in the morning. The anxiety begins at night only when one has to prepare the bag according to the timetable, gets his or her uniform ironed and polish the shoes. The first thing that terrorizes the children is getting up early in the morning when the rest of the world is sleeping. Some people don't even want to dream of their school days as they bring fear to their minds. It's not necessary that the school days are always the happiest days of our lives as we generally think. Whenever I meet my old school mates, such beautiful memories flash again and bring back smiles and tears of joy and I miss my school all the more, the place where I spent the happiest days of my life. next day, our teacher distributed Halls tablets in the whole class and warned us all that we should not catch a cold. Our Principal tried to adjust for a week with our persistent coughing but ultimately she complained to our class teacher. So from the next day, we began our daily ritual of coughing There, our devil brains started working again. Then one day we observed that when one of our classmates was coughing, Madam would stop until he stopped coughing. Every day she would revise whatever she taught the day before and then start afresh. For a week we did succeed in trying hard to act decently in front of the principal, but soon got bored, moreover, we were frustrated by the way our principal taught. One more incident that I can recall is when we were in the 10th standard, our principal decided to take our History Classes (normally Principal ma'am never took classes). Finally, after 15 minutes, the rat was caught, but the moment we stepped inside, the bell rang to which we all heaved a sigh of relief! The class was vacated and the peons went on a 'Rat Hunt'. Karnath got annoyed and called the peons. Karnath convinced and made us sit at our places so that she could proceed, but we were not in the mood to listen, and in every five minutes someone would shout that there is rat here and there to which finally, Mrs. Karnath was taking our class when suddenly someone from the corner of the class screamed "Eekkkss! There is a rat here", so we all jumped on our bench-tops, more shouting and screaming followed, but somehow Mrs. One incident that lean never forget, is "The Rat's Day Out." Our science teacher Mrs. school garden and watching our playground tum into a swimming pool. I still remember those moments vividly, all that fun while sneaking around the corridors, playing in the rains, stealing mangoes from the mango tree in our. Soon time flew and we all were in the primary section. My favorite time was spent in the little garden that had slides, merry-go-round, and other fun rides. Although the best part was shouting our lungs out while telling the rhymes. The learning alphabet and numbers were not a big deal. Those were some carefree days With no worries. None of us were crying, but playing happily and taking turns on the slide. The school was like my second home, my teachers and friends were my families! I still remember my first day in school. SCHOOL DAYS ARE THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES
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