Many consider their college lives to be the best, but to me high school is better, because it has more fun and less workload. Boys are transforming into young men, while girls are blooming into beautiful young women.
I took this in my stride, cursing my ill stars for the humiliation. I pinched myself to see whether I was in my senses. I glanced at my watch, it was indeed the first of September and the test slated was not English but Maths.
On reaching my class I took my seat and settled down to face the test. The earth seemed to slip beneath me, as I tried to come to terms with this catastrophe.
A school is a place of learning and acquiring knowledge for a child. Here he joins new associations, comes in contact with boys of different temperaments and forms new ideas and habits. The school had a compound with a grassy lawn and flower beds.
It is here that he prepares himself for the struggle of life. The memory of my first day is still fresh in my mind, it was a small school with eight rooms. My father took me to the headmaster’s office and got me admitted in the school.
Everyone, including parents, teachers, students and friends would show up to cheer our sports teams.
The shouts, the cheers, the jeers, the sighs and all the noise you can think of all brought into one place.
I had barely got dressed when the blaring horn of the bus sounded.
Clutching my bag, I hounded out of the driveway but to my dismay the bus was nowhere in sight.
Boys coming up with creative ways of asking girls out for dates was very romantic.
Girls cracking their heads open to select the best dress.