As a little girl, I was excited to go to school every day. I remember my hair being in a ponytail with a cute hairband, wearing a new uniform, carrying a bag and books. I never cried for my parents when I was at school, even in the beginning. My father says I was always excited to go to school. Even now, I'm still excited to go, although there are certainly challenging times.
As the years went by, my memories of school piled up. I remembered the playground, the activities with flashcards, the motivation from my teachers, the tiring writing work, coloring, playing with blocks, annual results, the color day, reading out loud, and much more.
The journey of big-girl school started in first grade. Writing short stories was a big task, but it wasn't much for me because I was already fond of books. My mother used to take me to book fairs and let me choose the books I liked. Consequently, I didn't have any trouble reading and writing sentences.
I wrote my first poem in first grade. Inspired by my love for poems, my mom bought me many books of poems, and that inspired me to write my first story too. I had a dream of getting my stories published, but I wasn't sure who to consult. I made my whole family read my stories, and the response was so encouraging that I never stopped writing. I still have some drafts of the stories I wrote. They were about lions, tigers, barbies, computers, and cupboards. I suppose I loved fiction because most of my stories were based on fantasy!
As I entered second grade, I encountered lots of new things. We had to maintain our own copies, make title pages, use various colors to write down different things, and even do experiments! My second-grade teacher was kind and helpful, and I learned a lot from her.
Third grade was a little bit different because I got a new teacher. She was strict, but she taught us very well.
Fourth grade was an exciting year because we got to go on a field trip to a zoo. We saw many animals, and I even got to see a peacock up close. I was amazed by its beautiful feathers.
Fifth grade was a year full of surprises. I remember we had an "animal day" at school. There were many animals, of different kinds! Just like every other kid, I took my pigeon. I had made my father trim its feathers to make it look clean. The pigeon was very friendly, and everyone loved it.
When Covid hit, we were in sixth grade. Everything had changed, and I had to adjust to a new way of learning too. The classrooms were replaced by computer screens, and I had to attend online classes from the comfort of my home. At first, I was excited about the idea, but soon I realized that sitting in front of the computer screen for long hours was exhausting. However, I persevered and managed to adjust to the new routine, eventually returning to my usual academic routine.In seventh grade, the school had to take measures to keep everyone safe, so the students had to attend classes in shifts. During this time, there was a program in Urdu at the school in which I participated. I had to play a role of a character from our book.
Eighth grade was the most exciting year for me so far. The school held student council elections, and I decided to run. I campaigned, gave speeches, and made promises that I intended to keep. After a lot of hard work, I was finally elected as the member of the student council. This was a proud moment for me. I was thrilled to be given the opportunity to represent my class and make a difference in the school.
We had exams too! Exams have always caused me anxiety and stress. In my last set of exams, I put in extra effort, studying for long hours, making notes, and solving practice papers. Despite the tough questions and time constraints, I remained focused and determined. I aced the exams and felt a huge sense of relief and accomplishment. It reminded me that hard work and dedication can pay off in the end.
I'm happy to say that my eighth-grade journey is still on, and I'm looking forward to enjoying every moment of it.
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