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"School days are the happiest days of our lives." Express your views either for or against this statement.
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SCHOOL DAYS ARE THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES
(1) FOR THE MOTION
The school was like my second home, my teachers and friends were my families! I still remember my first day in school.
None of us were crying, but playing happily and taking turns on the slide. Those were some carefree days With no worries. The learning alphabet and numbers were not a big deal. Although the best part was shouting our lungs out while telling the rhymes. My favorite time was spent in the little garden that had slides, merry-go-round, and other fun rides. Soon time flew and we all were in the primary section. I still remember those moments vividly, all that fun while sneaking around the corridors, playing in the rains, stealing mangoes from the mango tree in our .school garden and watching our playground tum into a swimming pool.
One incident that lean never forget, is "The Rat's Day Out." Our science teacher Mrs. Karnath was taking our class when suddenly someone from the corner of the class screamed "Eekkkss! There is a rat here", so we all jumped on our bench-tops, more shouting and screaming followed, but somehow Mrs. Karnath convinced and made us sit at our places so that she could proceed, but we were not in the mood to listen, and in every five minutes someone would shout that there is rat here and there to which finally, Mrs. Karnath got annoyed and called the peons. The class was vacated and the peons went on a 'Rat Hunt'. Finally, after 15 minutes, the rat was caught, but the moment we stepped inside, the bell rang to which we all heaved a sigh of relief!
One more incident that I can recall is when we were in the 10th standard, our principal decided to take our History Classes (normally Principal ma'am never took classes). For a week we did succeed in trying hard to act decently in front of the principal, but soon got bored, moreover, we were frustrated by the way our principal taught. Every day she would revise whatever she taught the day before and then start afresh. Then one day we observed that when one of our classmates was coughing, Madam would stop until he stopped coughing. There, our devil brains started working again. So from the next day, we began our daily ritual of coughing ·our heart out. Our Principal tried to adjust for a week with our persistent coughing but ultimately she complained to our class teacher. So the. next day, our teacher distributed Halls tablets in the whole class and warned us all that we should not catch a cold.
Seriously I enjoyed school days a lot. Whenever I meet my old school mates, such beautiful memories flash again and bring back smiles and tears of joy and I miss my school all the more, the place where I spent the happiest days of my life.
(2) AGAINST THE MOTION
It's not necessary that the school days are always the happiest days of our lives as we generally think. They sometimes appear to be a nightmare. Some people don't even want to dream of their school days as they bring fear to their minds. The first thing that terrorizes the children is getting up early in the morning when the rest of the world is sleeping. The anxiety begins at night only when one has to prepare the bag according to the timetable, gets his or her uniform ironed and polish the shoes. They enter the bathrooms yawning and unwantedly when it's still dark in the morning. After which, waiting on the bus stop in the early morning hours on the lonely roads adds one more tag to the boring routine life.
In the class again the teachers are aggressive who pressurize the children for completing work on time. These teachers, scold and punish the children for negligence and thus develop a kind of inferiority complex in them. These students feel insulted· in front of the other students if the work remains incomplete. Howsoever genuine reasons the students give, the teacher would not listen. It seems as if the teachers have descended from some other planet or as if they are from the army who still hold the strict army rules. They are dried, rude, rough and bitter and that may be due to their job demand as they have to face the class of mixed children but children· don't understand their limitations.
Then there are boring school uniforms for continuous many years; The same color, same pattern, same hairstyle, and same footwear. It's difficult to see the 'so-called uniformity daily. Everything becomes so monotonous that children lose charm in attending the classes. Apart from this, there are daily morning assemblies that children usually hate and try to avoid. They find different excuses to sit in the class. Sometimes they get a diary note to be shown to the class teacher or the monitor to sit in the class during assembly.
It's not necessary that all the subjects are interesting for all the children. Some may find Biology interesting, while others may find English or Math more interesting. So what happens is that the uninterested children create chaos in the class and disturb other students as there is no such system in our country to provide only those subjects to the children in which they are interested.
So I can say that there is one of the other anxiety always during school time. One has to be time-bound and cannot live the life of a free bird.
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