Anton Chekhov once said that "HUMAN MIND HAS FACULTIES FOR ADAPTATIONS OTHER WISE MAN WILL BE CONSTANTLY CONSCIENCE OF THE UNREASONABLE UPON WHICH OUR REASONABLE THOUGHTS ARE LAID" .That was about activities dealt at school.
But what about school.
They often presented before us the fact that school is our second home. I'd rather that it was a temple with pinnacles of knowledge extending beyond the stretchable capacities of corporeal mind.The perception of a school being a second home would make us less susceptible to true learning because face it , nothing every thought at home (except maybe ethics) , stays for long in ones mind.
My expedition began as a preschoolers , vapid , naive and innocent. And ended as a 10th grader , skilled , talented and if I'd say rather HOT.
The school has served a greater purpose than education itself. It has achieved the transcendental aim of actually extending our ever so fragile ethics.
The classification of any experience as memorable or otherwise is simply a way of saying "I'd rather put myself in this situation than that".
So i have no memorable experience.Just once those i wish to remember.
The teachers on the other hand squander their best part of the lives enlightening us with pragmatic knowledge .
Every teacher who has ever brushed his or her knowledge upon is is exceptionally skilled and knowledgeable beyond all measurable limits.
The sports events in our school impart high degree of understanding of ways in which one can lead a healthy and livable life.
Over time I have been successful in making new allies and new rivals . Not foes just Rivals.
But accounts of my vast experience would pass into darkness as a monotonous sob story unless i were to mention flaws even at school.
The school imparts us with knowledge , true , but knowledge is only subjective and it doesn't seem to hold for too long. I am a staunch believer o experience to completely establish the likes of learning and permanently embed it in the ever so light mind or rather the intellect.
I conclude by saying that a new future welcomes me , as a butcher welcoming his sacrificial goat.
The comparison may seem too groggy for the description of future but that is how future unfurls.
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