Question

Autobiography of a school bench

Answer 1

I'm a wooden school desk. I'm very shabby, dirty and broken. My protective cover paint has worn out. I was born 26 years ago when the school was first established. That time I was very new to the school and I shined like honey was dripped on clear glass. Here on me, children of various ages, with various mental and physical abilities imbibed in them, small and big sit on me and attend their classes during school timings. I've got loads of memories in my mind in the last 26 years. Children write on their books keeping them on me. I've seen children cheating during the exams. I've seen children enjoying with their friends, gossiping, laughing, chatting and sharing tiffins with each other sitting on me. I've seen children fighting and arguing with other children. But I feel very painful when some naughty children scratch on my body with their sharp pens and sharpeners. They make me look ugly by spilling paint on me and scribbling on me with crayons and pens. But the caretaker is very kind. When it's night time, when children are not present, he washes me and polishes me, making me well for the children to study on me comfortably.

Answer 2

Answer:

Autobiography is the text written based on our own life written by ourselves.

Explanation:

Autobiography of a school bench

I am a school bench and I live in XYZ school. I was born when this school was getting established. When I was born, this school had nothing with it and now it has become so prosperous. I am brown in colour and I am made up of wood. But from that time when I was made, my condition has been become worse because no one has the realisation that I also need care. When I provide the comfort to the students to sit and relax themselves, then they also think of me. But from when I have born, I have seen a lot of things and have great memories in my mind. I have seen here teachings of different teachers, moral values, fights of students, friendships of children, upbringing of students for their bright future.

So, I feel lucky to be a bench but I feel bad when nobody has realisation to take care of me too.