The place where roads of different people meet and intersect. The special room that binds people living lives poles apart and tying them to one. Such room and the only room that can make such is the classroom.
Going back to memory lane, we remember how that classroom changed our lives. It started way back in HSAT. Back then, neither one of us knew each other, of how one feels at the moment and the significant change we are about to make in each one’s hearts. Was it fate that we found each other and shared the same school? Maybe. We are destined to meet. Just like how each of one of us are destined to find our special someone.
The classroom we shared served as our shelter. The shelter of each student. Its one place wherein we could gather freely and talk about our ideas. Moreover, I should say it’s just not a simple shelter but a home. A home for our now maturing minds and hearts. A place one learns proper values and manners. It’s a big happy family under one roof. Though, two sections lived in different shelters. We were neighbours. And as neighbours, we shared and loved.
The classroom as a learning environment. Of course, the reason we go to school is to learn. Learn lessons and increase knowledge. But is that the only thing to learn? In the classroom, one learns to share and help. A simple ball pen lent to a classmate means so much. At times when we do not understand new lessons, our classmates were there helping us, teaching us and sharing their time with us. Such an act may not be important to others, but to us who have shared for more than three years, we thank them with all gratitude.
The classroom as a meeting place. And a meeting place it is. It’s the place we met our teachers who served as second mothers and fathers to us. The teachers who devoted their time in educating us and teaching us things we thought we do not need to know. They, who lighted candles amidst darkness and led us the way. How the teachers would scold us when we do not do things right, but they do not know how glad we are to receive such, because of this we don’t miss our parents much when we are in school for they really remind us of them and also such would make us better persons and we then keep those in mind so as to not commit the same mistakes all over again.
Not only second parents are met but also classmates we then called friends. Our friends who sympathized to our failures and exalted our winnings. Those who stood by our side until the end and never left it. Such friends we met were the ones we thought we won’t meet, but how glad we are to have met such.
Towards the passing of time, someone leaves the classroom. And an empty seat remains of him. Does this mean the tie that bound us together broke? No. The seat he once sits in will remain empty but the memories shared with him is kept in our hearts, and forever we shall remember him as a classmate and as one of the friends we met and shared with in the classroom.##
Going back to memory lane, we remember how that classroom changed our lives. It started way back in HSAT. Back then, neither one of us knew each other, of how one feels at the moment and the significant change we are about to make in each one’s hearts. Was it fate that we found each other and shared the same school? Maybe. We are destined to meet. Just like how each of one of us are destined to find our special someone.
The classroom we shared served as our shelter. The shelter of each student. Its one place wherein we could gather freely and talk about our ideas. Moreover, I should say it’s just not a simple shelter but a home. A home for our now maturing minds and hearts. A place one learns proper values and manners. It’s a big happy family under one roof. Though, two sections lived in different shelters. We were neighbours. And as neighbours, we shared and loved.
The classroom as a learning environment. Of course, the reason we go to school is to learn. Learn lessons and increase knowledge. But is that the only thing to learn? In the classroom, one learns to share and help. A simple ball pen lent to a classmate means so much. At times when we do not understand new lessons, our classmates were there helping us, teaching us and sharing their time with us. Such an act may not be important to others, but to us who have shared for more than three years, we thank them with all gratitude.
The classroom as a meeting place. And a meeting place it is. It’s the place we met our teachers who served as second mothers and fathers to us. The teachers who devoted their time in educating us and teaching us things we thought we do not need to know. They, who lighted candles amidst darkness and led us the way. How the teachers would scold us when we do not do things right, but they do not know how glad we are to receive such, because of this we don’t miss our parents much when we are in school for they really remind us of them and also such would make us better persons and we then keep those in mind so as to not commit the same mistakes all over again.
Not only second parents are met but also classmates we then called friends. Our friends who sympathized to our failures and exalted our winnings. Those who stood by our side until the end and never left it. Such friends we met were the ones we thought we won’t meet, but how glad we are to have met such.
Towards the passing of time, someone leaves the classroom. And an empty seat remains of him. Does this mean the tie that bound us together broke? No. The seat he once sits in will remain empty but the memories shared with him is kept in our hearts, and forever we shall remember him as a classmate and as one of the friends we met and shared with in the classroom.##
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