I reached on right time at 10 o, clock to my school. I met with all my loving classmates, and we started to quarrel. Then, ten minutes later, teacher will come to teach us the subject in the classroom. In our village school, there are only three classes, one to three. In our village school, there is only one teacher when I was learning there as I was a child, at the age of five years old. He taught us very nice and he is also very good teacher. He taught us both of Nepali and English, basic elementary words. When we go to the village school for the first time, no reading book to learn the study. We have taken to buy one note-book, and a pencil with sharpener and eraser. We tucked it in the school bag, and go to the school regularly. In the classroom, he took our all new note-books, and he has written very neatly with a pen. We read on the note-book instead of the reading book. Everyday, school has opened except Saturday, because it was holiday, and no class. While we were classing, we were crying and shrieking, quarrelling and fighting, playing and shouting. Hahaha.... But, if teacher saw it, he started to punish for a long time. It was very bad. Two hands held the each ear, and he counted one, two, three to fifty more. We have to do up and down, up and down each count. Eyes have been filled with tears, and ears and face became red like a strawberry. Haha. No end.....lol........ "The story of my life"
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 17:45:05 +0000
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