1. Write a narrative essay on the Topic -
Your most exciting day of school
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It was a fall day in the late 1960s. Our school had a model rocketry club and they kept their model rockets, and more relevant, their model rocket engines, in a locked cabinet in a hallway outside the classroom of their teacher-advisor.
One day, a chemistry student with too much time on his hands “liberated” a spool of thin magnesium tape from the chemistry lab. This person took a foot long piece of magnesium and threaded it between the doors of the rocketry club’s storage cabinet, and managed to set the ribbon alight. The tape burned into the cabinet and began to set off rocket engines. The doors of the cabinet blew open and a couple of burning rocket engines skittered out into the brick and linoleum hallway and blew down the hallway while students took refuge in the classrooms.
Not all the rockets fired. That was lucky. And several of our teachers leaped into action with fire extinguishers. No one was injured but it made for a day people would never forget. The perpetrator was kicked out of school for good.
And if you knew where to look, you could find scorch marks on the linoleum for years. All the way to graduation and beyond. For all I know, they are still there.
Answer:
School days are always exciting and brings something new to learn and challenge us everyday. We are innocent, active, and learning in these young times but most importantly we are creating memories which are going to be with us forever, they impact our lives and create our perceptions to tackle the real world.
School life memories are something which by any given day could make us warm in hearts and freshen our minds like it was just created yesterday.
Here I'm smiling as I remember my exciting memory from my school days. This memory sweet and simple, but rare.
It was of Grade 7th, we had a poem in English Subject called Stone Soup. Our ma'am explains us and we all engage into the poem even though I don't remember the poem or that class completely but I remember the day we all were out breathing and cooking soup with our ma'am. The poem created that memory.
I chuckle with pride when I say that our class was alone having fun and enjoying the delicious soup while all of the school were in the class attending their usual lectures.
Each of us had to bring one ingredient for the soup and our ma'am Sister Lina with one of our class student's parent were cooking it.
After recess, we had no lectures and we were all gathered near our garden area, sitting together laughing and gossiping, fresh breezes were hugging us while we helped them cook. We enjoyed the delicious vegetable soup as much as we want. No books, no norm lectures, just an unexpected day with an exciting soup and a whole lot of smiles remembering it!