Memories Of School Days

Time flies surprisingly fast. I still remember crying and being full of emotions with tears outside my classroom, scared to leave my mother's hand and be alone. And now, here I stand with a proud heart after completing grade ten with the result I hoped for from my initial phase and a heart full of memories that will never finish and be forgotten. My whole school day was not limited to textbooks and notebooks. It was about finding me and myself. Looking back, it feels like turning the diary pages filled with lessons and transformation. This journey made my academic career and helped me foster every extra skill I had.

When I first stepped through the school's main gate, holding one hand of my mother and the other of my father, it felt like entering a new universe, leaving my world behind in just a few seconds. It may sound like "What are you saying?" or even funny, but that is precisely how it felt. The comfort I felt at home with my family members, especially with my brother, was quickly replaced by the daily routine of turning over the pages of notebooks, completing classwork, and doing homework.

The fun games I used to play with my brother became storytelling sessions and IQ quizzes. Learning the alphabet and numbers in those early days felt like climbing Mt. Everest. I still remember showing my parents my full marks on a math test. Those small happinesses taught me that success begins with little efforts. My teachers became my lights in my whole pathway at night and the umbrella in the sunny daytime—some of them felt like family. Back then, the flowers made by my teachers on my homework or the word "Excellent" in red ink felt like winning an Oscar award. 

As I moved into middle school, things started to shift. Subjects became tougher, and expectations grew. I discovered a love for mathematics and a dislike for complex grammar rules. I also found real friends who stood by me in good and bad times. The books got heavier, exams tougher, and responsibilities greater. But my courage grew with them. I fell, failed, cried, laughed, and stood up again. My friends became my second family—we shared tiffin, secrets, punishments, and memories I'll cherish forever.

One of the most important lessons I learnt is that school isn't just about marks. It's about becoming a better person every day. Whether speaking in front of the class for the first time, learning teamwork through projects, or simply saying sorry when I was wrong—these moments shaped who I am.

Then came Classes nine and ten—the "serious years," as everyone said. And they were. These years were marked by the pressure of board exams, the fear of results, the struggle to manage time, the excitement of doing well, late-night study sessions with coffee, and big dreams for the future. These years taught me more than academics. They taught me to push myself, stay focused, and believe in my potential. I learnt discipline, respect, resilience, and how to bounce back from failure. School made me stronger, wiser, and more human.

Today, as I stand at the threshold of higher education, I carry knowledge, confidence, experiences, and lessons no textbook could teach. My journey to Grade X wasn't perfect, but it was mine—and I'm proud of every step.

I want to thank all my motivators and supporters. First, my parents brought me into this world and taught me life's first lessons. Then my family and relatives, who always encouraged me to do my best. A heartfelt thanks to my teachers—my true inspirations—who prayed for my academic, physical, mental, and personal growth. And to my closest friends, who stood by me from my first day at school. The result I achieved in the SEE 2081 exams wasn't mine alone—it was the result of countless hands supporting me along the way.

Galaxy Secondary School,  Grade: XI, Dhangadhi-5, Hasanpur