The school life-evergreen days.

When the flowers are at the budding stage, it is the day to explore and express the world. We were conscious about that, at that young age, we knew everything. A horn noise could be heard in front of the home. While his mother rushed ahead of him carrying a lunch bag, he trailed behind with a school backpack that weighed two times as much as she did. Every item was brand new, including the belt, shoes, socks, and outfit. It makes sense that he knew it wouldn't last even a day. He had the idea that he had crossed an ocean and was taking the next step, which was entering the eleventh grade. The principal stood by the gate in place of the watchman, verifying the dress code (such as identification cards, belts, ties, and double-cropped pants) rather than unlocking the gate. Because it was just one day, either the principal was understanding, or the student was acting perfectly. Everyone arrived here with a dream in mind. More people want to study to improve themselves. There is no particular intention here; some people have big dreams in sports, while others want to be renowned in other ways, and yet others want to be married this year. They were traveling in the direction they believed to be the permanent one while doing so. Everyone who arrived prayed to God while looking at the sky before entering the classroom.

That was a Monday morning filled with completely white. The day begins with prayer and disrupts the line with new faces. It concludes at the stage with wonderful relationships. For five minutes, they sang the prayer song in a language other than their mother tongue without understanding a single word. The prayer just contains that, and the next 25 minutes are spent feeling queasy, polishing the shoe with a piece of white chalk, arranging the belt and Tie, biting the nail with the teeth, and styling the hair with the hand.

Then everyone started making noise as they made their way to class. On the first day of class, everyone is given blank sheet of paper to note the names. Fresh faces...new instructor...the topic is not well defined. The normal thing happens uncommonly as an introduction with another goal that makes you envious of others. Nothing unusual happens; there are no periods or teachers because it is the first day. For the next six months, only the white piece with chalk and the black shoe with oil have changed.

The beginning of life is spent seeking slave objects. They received very hard training, including early morning and late-night studying, weekend classes, weekly tests, and no time for leisure activities despite pleading for classes from others. The teachers fail to remember that they were students, and instruction is changed accordingly. They received training for a full month without knowing the subject. After that, everyone was reconciled over it, but they had already divided. Based on quality, they classified themselves as above- and below-average students. They conducted that as a business rather than as part of the student's lives or their education. The significance and method of instruction for the students have changed. They begin to sprout with partiality. Weekly exams, papers, grades, teacher counsel, and parent meetings make up a life that often resembles war.

They were unaware of the location's abundance of fun at the time. When it was time for the bathroom during class, there were people in the canteen begging for food with friends, eagerly anticipating lunch, playing as children in the children's park, spraying water and knocking on doors with friends, hiding phones to make memories, and finally waiting for the 4 o'clock bell by getting ready at 3.30 pm. Life began to go along in an instant, full of fun and the occasional moment of happiness.

Beyond that, the most significant things to discuss here are love and friendship. There were numerous rules and restrictions, such as not wearing a watch with a large head, nail paint, flowers, bangles, neckwear, slippers, or using your hand to pick up food particles. They can all handle these little details by performing things like dressing a leg wound in a slipper, among other things. Beyond all of this, one thing that no one can comprehend is saying "no" to girls and boys. That is far too bad. Even though there was a rule, they used to talk to girls in the hallway; Sharing began with cookies; money and chocolate and ended in the exam room with papers and ink. During late-night studies, everything is dark outside of the school, but not for students in the eleventh grade.

Do you suppose they were studying? Undoubtedly not. The pair, along with the rest of the class, assisted them in sharing the letters and words. Because of their girls' complaints, someone was being punished in the hallway. Begging duster is their worst interaction with the neighboring class and has led to conflict over it as well. If there was a birthday boy in the class, they spoke proudly about him and bought all the chocolates from him. The theft of the thread and paper in the practical lab ultimately results in the dissolution of the class for cultural reasons.Even if I see the Group pic, each and every moment is wandering around me.No one is feeling better than they are right now. Everyone communicates with us through memories. I'm waiting for the same bench, the same buddies, and the same staff members ,same canteen,same principal noise, same exam,same results,same scolding, same annual day and at last same life because I want to sit there as a student once more and do all those atrocities. Nothing has come in your way once you did all those thing just enjoy the moment and the way you were. But I am aware that nothing has returned if we are content with that. I believe that my age and lack of eyes prevent me from returning there. Tears are streaming down my face and ends up with lot of memories that will not stop till I die.

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