autobiography of a school
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"From Cutie Punks to thunderous youth,
from ABC- to Einstein's books-
from adventures of competitions,
to the world of studies and fun-
from darkness to enlightenment,
the pious place is only the school"!
A place of innocence, enlightenment, fun, punishments, uniforms, masti, education and learning- A place which is immortal in a student's life; A place which molds one's future- is the school; the Vidyalaya.
I am, too, a temple of learning; a child's second home. Since years I am standing here and educating the uneducated. For some, I am apple of eyes; while for some, I am apple of discord. Let me share my ups and downs with you.
I usually prefer white color paint yet I have many colorful colors painted in me. I always wear red head band on which my name in white is highlighted- "Urmi School". I am located in the refreshing location of Sama village where my neighbors are Sama Pond and River Vishwamitri; who used to quarrel every monsoon. Ah! My front view shows the development of endless humanity!
Let me introduce my granny and grandpa. ya, they are still alive-since hundreds of years!!My granny: the beautiful step well always gazes me and sits in front of me. She has very 'deep' nature containing the 'waters' of emotions and stories. My grandpa: The evergreen 'Neem' tree stands still, even today on my play ground. He is surrounded by my concrete hands. He is the school of birds and I am the school of humanity.
Sun rises here daily and sets but before 20 years there was darkness. Yes, darkness of illiteracy. A kind person Mr. Gupta thought of building me which enlightens literacy and eradicate the virtual darkness...And thus here am I completing 20th year today.
When I was born, I had very few 'Arjuns' and few 'Dronas' but now I have many 'Eklavyas' who are dedicated and sincere. When I was one year old, I had few class rooms. I was only one floor in height but now I am '5 floors' in height with many classrooms.
Today my students are performing well in curricular and co-curricular activities. Even today my ex-students miss me, miss their childhood which they spent in me. My students have successfully achieved two Guinness World Book of Records too. Yes, I am happy to see the difference I am able to make in my students' lives.
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Throughout my life, I have gone through some tough times. At moments I’ve wondered if it was worth putting out my best effort and striving to be the best I could be, or instead just falling into a lackadaisical state and forgetting about all my troubles. For whatever reason, I have avoided becoming dragged down by my misfortunes and I have worked my way to success. My drive has come in part to my will to make my father and family proud. Fighting through adversity is not always the easiest choice, and life can become arduous. Sometimes I like to think back to when my life was simple and less complicated…
4:30 on a Sunday morning. My dad nudges me and says, “Time to get up.” I awake out of my dream state, cranky because it is pitch black out and I do not realize what is happening. It is far to early for me, a ten year old, to wake up. I rub my eyes and try to fall back asleep, then something hits me and I realize that today is the day. Today is the day I am finally allowed to go to the Renningers farmer’s market in Adamstown! I sluggishly crawl out of bed and drag myself into my dad’s old beat up green van. He used the van for his work, which was salvaging old buildings for antiques – like stained glass windows and church pews – and then selling them for his business. The van had many dings and scratches on it and clutter in it, but I loved it. I liked how it stood out with its bold green color; it was almost like an extension of my dad. There were only two seats in the front, the rest of the van was seatless to store cargo and supplies. I crawl into the back of the van and lay on the ground trying to sleep again, but I was too excited. This was the day I would finally see the place my dad had told me about. He’d gone there several times, and the place sounded surreal. He told me about the antique dealers there and how they sold anything you could imagine. I was really eager to see if this was true. I couldn’t fathom what I was going to see in a short while.
The ride up to Adamstown seemed like five hours though it was really only one and a half. I couldn’t wait to get there. Though I never really considered him very religious, my dad tuned the radio to a religious channel, which played church songs played on a pipe organ. I guess that was supposed to be our substitute for church that day, as we would be missing it. I remember peering up to take a glance out of the windshield and seeing the sunrise – the sky was a bluish, purplish, reddish color with swirling clouds. It was serene, especially with the religious music in the background. We drove into the sunrise all the way to Adamstown.
We pulled into the entrance to Renninger’s and I hear the tires chew up the gravel. I look ahead and feel very disappointed; all I could see was a long, one story, boring white building with lots of doors. I look out the window to the right and I see some weird looking birds fenced off that resembled ostriches. My dad said they were emus. Where were all of the antiques? Where were all the toys? What is this place with weird looking birds and a vanilla building? We kept churning through the driveway and someone directed us toward parking. We pulled forward, and then behind the building I finally saw what we were here for. Hidden behind this mundane building was a cornucopia of vendors lined up with tables full of anything and everything, and people bustling about trying to claim whatever catches their eye.