My Almamater

A Story by Dipannita M

Its a short essay about my school :)

Some days I reminisce about the first time when I stood outside my class in kindergarten holding my parents' hand, afraid that if I let go I’ll get lost in the crowd of identical strangers. I cried as I felt my parents slipping away slowly from beside me and abandoning me in this new place which was to become my second home.

My memories of kindergarten and primary school are blurred with time but I still recall some parts of it like the primary playground with the ‘rope hill’ (that’s what I called it) and how reaching the top of it used to be the ultimate goal of my life at that time, and the innumerable times that we sang ‘I have a dream’. I miss all my old teachers, those who have left school as well as those who are still here, holding the hands of toddlers and helping them climb one step a day and creating the strong foundation required to make their way into life.

I still remember the first annual day which I got to be a part of "“The Wizard Of Oz”. I remember sitting in the auditorium watching the magical movie and thinking ‘Am I really going to be a part of that?’ It was such a beautiful experience and it just kept getting better over the years. Then there were exams and tests which kept getting tougher but the teachers were always there for help and support.

Sometimes I think about the oldest of friends I have made here, some who have left and some still strengthening our bond, some who are new but still show the same warmth. I feel so grateful for their friendship, their support always ready to share and their humour without which my experience wouldn’t be the same. I sometimes feel a smile creep up whenever I think about the jokes cracked during class or the craziness of my friends which begin after a long day.

For twelve whole years I have studied in this school and the sheer thought that very soon I will be gone haunts me. I cannot imagine what it will be like not seeing my friends every day, my teachers, singing the prayers during assembly and being scared about the PTM’s and forgetting homework assignments. The fact that I will miss my school is an understatement. My whole life (atleast 12 years of it) will change completely. There are just a few more months left for me here after which all of us will go our separate ways. Everyone will have to face the real world out there, no longer kept protected under our safe haven. We all are leaving a part of our life here which is so priceless and we will never get it back. We all have emerged as independent individuals who have passed the first phase of life. I hope someday when we all reunite here we will have done something to make our school proud. This has been an unforgettable journey and I know that just like the first day when I came here I had cried because it was a new place, I will cry on my last day because this has finally become my second home.

© 2013 Dipannita M

Author's Note

I will be passing out from school in a few months so i thought about writing a short essay on it :) Would really love some reviews :)

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CecilA

Dipannita,

This is a well written essay. As I read it, I felt some of the same emotions when I was about to make that transition from high school to the next stage of my life. Thank you for allowing me to experience them again.

There are a couple of things you need to adjust:

1. 'parent's hand' consider 'parents' hands' since you mention both parents in the same paragraph.

2. You have a couple of run on sentences which should be adjusted.

3. 'I can't imagine what it -would - be like' would be better stated 'I can't imagine what it will be like'. Also I think you need to rework this sentence.

4. 'the fact that I will miss my school will be an understatement' -consider 'the fact that I will miss my school is an understatement'.

5. 'I hope someday when we all (will) reunite here we (would) will have done'

6. 'This (was) has been an unforgettable journey ____ because it was a new place, (that) I will cry ________.'

You get the idea of what I'm trying to convey here. There are just a few things you need to do to make this a great essay.

Consider reading it aloud and listen to what you've read and I believe you will find what needs to be done.

SIncerely,

Cecil