It is here that he prepares himself for the stage of life. So the right type of educational school is for great importance for him.
I was enrolled in a school at the age of five. It was a primary school. The memory of my first day in school is still fresh in my mind. It was a small school with eight rooms.
There were ten teachers including the physical instructor. The headmaster’s office was separate. The school had a compound with lush green lawns and flowers bedded.
My father took me to the headmaster’s office and got me admitted in the school. He gave me a packet of toffees to be distributed among my classmates.
My class teacher was very gentle. He encouraged me and treated me kindly. I felt a bit nervous in the new environment. The boys looked at me with wonder and smiled. I had with me English primer and got my first lesson in alphabet.
The bell for interval rang. The boys rushed out of the classrooms. Some of them gathered rounded me. They laughed at me and made fun of me. A few sympathized with me and befriended me. I had a novel experience.
The last bell went at three in the afternoon. All the boys felt very happy. I also took my bag and hurried back to my home.