School Memories: What Brings Back Smiles and Tears

Whenever anyone asks me what are the best and worst memories in my life, the answer always rolls down to the same thought. Yes, the best memories of my life are my school days. The worst memory being the passing day after which I could no longer go to the school. I know normally kids do not like to go to the school. I know they hate Mondays because they have to go back to school on Monday after weekend holidays. But I was a bit different. I loved to go to the school. School was like my second home, my teachers and friends were like my family.

I still remember the first day of my school. Every kid was crying . Teachers were trying to console us. It took us few days to get comfortable with the teachers. Learning the numbers and alphabets was a bit difficult in the beginning but we got used to it. But the best part was shouting as much as we could while reciting the poems, the intention being to offend the teacher so much that she would leave us in peace for rest of the day.

We didn’t realise how time passed and we all were promoted to primary school after 2 years. Simultaneously we were also promoted in the levels of mischieves. We would trouble our teachers so much that every day or the other we used to stand with our hands raised in front of the entire class. More years passed and we were promoted to secondary section. There were no limits to our mischieves. We were declared as the most naughtiest batch of the school by each and every teacher. But it was not only mischieves we also excelled in our acadamics. All the teachers were surprised seeing our results and we used to be proud of it.

We used to had most of the fun during our favourite period. Yes, PT period. Our school didn’t have a big playground but we used to make full use of the available space. We had a group of girls playing Dodgeball at one end and a group of boys playing Kabaddi or kho kho at the other. The most disgusting feeling was when the PT lecture would be taken by the subject teachers in order to complete the portion. We would all get pissed off and then decide to trouble the teacher.

I remember in 10th grade, our history teacher was replaced by the principal herself. Usually principal would not take any class but due to our behaviour and mischief in the class she decided to handle us herself. So now, the naughtiest class in the school was sitting in the classroom and trying hard to act decent in front of the principal of our school. Actually for week we did succeed in doing that. But when we got bored of acting then one day we observed that when one of our classmates was coughing, Madam would stop until he stopped. There our devil minds started working again. So from the next day began our daily ritual of coughing our hearts way out. Our principal tried to adjust for a week with our persistent sneezing and coughing. But ultimately she complained to our class teacher. Such was the height of our behaviour.

There are so many memories that bring back smiles and tears that this one speech can’t accommodate. My most favourite place in this world is my school. I don’t know about my future. But wherever I go however far away no one can steal these moments from me.