School days of our lives

 School days are the happiest days of our lives 
– For or Against

Black Board

For the Motion

Not everyone has the same opinion about our school, to whom the school seems to be their home and to whom the school seems to be a closed place. Today I have presented my two views here.

The school was like our second home, our teachers and friends were our families. I still remember my first day in my school. None of us crying, but playing happily and taking turns on the slide. Those were some carefree days with no worries. Learning the alphabet and numbers was not a big deal. Although the best part was shouting our lungs out while telling the rhymes. My favourite time was spent in the little garden that had slides, merry-go-round and other fun rides. Soon time flew and we all were in the primary section. I still remember those moments vividly, all that fun while sneaking around the corridors, playing in the rain, stealing mangoes from the mango tree in our school garden, and watching our playground turn into a swimming pool.

One incident that I never forget is “A Big Mouse’s Day Out”. Our science teacher Mrs. Sen was taking our class, when suddenly someone from the corner of the class screamed “Eekkksss! There is a big mouse here”, so we all jumped on our beach-tops, more shouting and screaming followed, but somehow Mrs. Sen convinced and mead us sit at our places so that she could proceed, but we were not in the mood to listen and in the every five minutes someone would shout that there is mouse here and there to which finally, Mrs. Sen got annoyed and called the peons. The class was vacated and the peons went on a ‘Mouse Hunt’. Finally, after 15 minutes, the mouse was caught, but the moments we stepped inside, the bell rang to which we all heaved a sigh of relief!

Teacher with Students

One more incident that I can recall is when we were in the 10^th standard, our principal decided to take our History classes (normally Principal ma’am never took classes). For a week we did succeed in trying hard to act decently in front of the principal, but soon got bored, moreover, we were frustrated by the way our principal taught. Every day she would revise whatever she taught the day before and then start afresh. Then one day we observed that when one of our classmates was coughing, Madam would be stopped until she stopped coughing. There our devil brains started working again. So from the next day, we began our daily ritual of coughing our heart out. Our Principal tried to adjust for a week with our persistent coughing but ultimately she complained to our class teacher. So the next day, our teacher distributed Halls tablets to the whole class and warned us all that we should not catch a cold.

Seriously I enjoyed my school days a lot. Whenever I meet my old schoolmates, such beautiful memories flash again and bring back smiles and tears of joy and I miss my school all the more, the place where I spent the happiest days of my life.

Against the Motion

It’s not necessary that the school days are always the happiest days of our lives as we generally think. They sometimes appear to be a nightmare. Some people do not even want to dream of their school days as they bring fear to their minds. The first thing that terrorizes the children is getting up early in the morning when the rest of the world is sleeping. The anxiety begins at night only when one has to prepare the bag according to the timetable, gets his or her uniform ironed, and polishes the shoes. They enter the bathrooms yawning and unwontedly when it’s still dark in the morning. After which, waiting at the bus stop in hours on the lonely roads adds one more tag to the boring routine life.

Class Room

In the class again the teachers are aggressive who pressurize children for completing work on time. This teacher, scold and punish the children for negligence and thus develop a kind of inferiority complex in them. These students feel insulted in front of the other students if the work remains incomplete. However genuine reasons the students give, the teacher would not listen. It seems as if the teachers have descended from some other planet or as if they are from the army who still hold the strict army rules. They are dried, rude, rough and bitter and that may be due to their job demand as they have to face the class of mixed children but children don’t understand their limitations.

Then there are boring school uniforms for continuous many years. The same colour, same pattern, same hairstyle, and same footwear. It’s difficult to see the so-called uniformity daily. everything becomes so monotonous that children lose charm in attending the classes. Apart from this, there are daily morning assemblies which children usually hate and try to avoid, they find different excuses to sit in the class. Sometimes they get a diary not to be shown to the class teacher or the monitor to sit in the class during assembly.

It is not necessary that all the subjects are interesting for all the children. Some may find Biology interesting, while others may find English or Math more interesting. So what happens is that, the uninteresting children create chaos in the class and disturb other students as there is no such system in our country to provide only those subjects to the children in which they are interested.

So I can say that there is one of the other anxiety always during school time. One has to be time-bound and cannot live the life of a free bird.

Happy Friends