Beera

 Again, another week has come to an end. As quickly as it began, it finished, and I hardly realised how fast time had passed. The week felt light yet tiring, but it brought valuable learning. It went by in a blur as students prepared for the upcoming activity scheduled for Saturday. Both students and teachers were busy and excited. As the week drew to a close, the month too was ending, and with only one month left in the year, it felt like time was slipping away. With the year almost over, it feels necessary to reflect on the past months, the achievements, the mistakes, the unfinished tasks, and everything still left to do. Saturday was eventful, filled with the excitement of the exhibition students had worked hard for throughout the week. The day began with the primary section, whose parents visited the exhibition. They left with happy faces, proud to see the models and artwork created by the students, showcasing their talents. While the primary parents observed the exhibition, ...

 Schools are not just places of learning; they are communities shaped by the people who guide, inspire, and support them every day. While celebrations often highlight students and teachers, it is equally important to recognise the one who stands behind every achievement, every event, and every milestone. Principal’s Day is a reminder to honour the guiding force who leads the school with dedication, compassion, and vision. This week has been filled with practices, artwork, and many preparations. With Principal’s Day approaching, everyone was busy and active. Every year, we celebrate Teacher’s Day, Children’s Day, Annual Day, and many other events. But we often forget to honour the person who makes all of these celebrations run smoothly and successfully. Principal’s Day is a moment to appreciate the one who guides the entire school family, reminding them that they are cared for and valued. This year, the week was dedicated to them under the theme “From Illumination to Light.” The h...

This week was celebrated as Children’s Day , a reminder that we were once children ourselves, completely dependent on our parents and filled with innocence and wonder. Throughout the week, the teachers stayed back after school to practise their performances for the celebration. Watching them rehearse was a delight. For a short while, they let go of their roles as adults and allowed the child within them to come alive. Their faces lit up with excitement as they tried out different dance steps to retro-style music, laughing and enjoying every moment. I was reminded of my own school days, when I would eagerly watch my teachers perform various programmes for us. This past week, I witnessed the dedication behind those performances. The teachers worked with genuine enthusiasm, wanting to give the students a joyful and memorable Children’s Day. Their hard work reflected how deeply they cared for their students. On the day of the celebration, my teachers wished me “Happy Children’s Day!” , a...

 Day 5 began with the start of a new week, a lazy Monday morning when you simply don’t feel like stepping out after a short weekend. As I stepped outside, I was greeted not by the freshness of a new day but by a thick blanket of smog hanging low in the air. It stung my eyes and made it slightly difficult to breathe. The once-clear morning sky now looked dull and lifeless, as if covered in a grey filter. Because of the rising pollution levels, the outdoor assembly was cancelled, and we had to gather indoors instead. It felt strange not to stand in the open ground like we usually do, but at the same time, it was a relief to be in a safer environment. During the assembly, the thought for the day was a quote by Jawaharlal Nehru : “Failure comes only when we forget our ideals, objectives, and principles.”  The quote stayed with me for a while. It reminded me that true success isn’t measured by fame or achievements, but by the integrity behind them. A person might appear s...

The third day at school was quite relaxing since I had fewer classes. A short break truly helps to refresh both body and mind before beginning a new day. The morning started, as usual, with the assembly, where the thought for the day was, “Learning happens at all times, so we need to keep our minds open.” A short break in between classes really helps to regain lost energy, which is much needed for a teacher’s daily routine. It’s quite a busy schedule for teachers who are constantly on the move throughout the day. One of my teachers asked me, “How do you feel about the transition from being a student to becoming a teacher?” That question made me smile; it reminded me of my childhood curiosity about what it would feel like to be on the other side of the classroom. I now realise how challenging it truly is to grab students’ attention and keep them quiet and engaged. By the end of the day, I felt exhausted, even though I had been energetic throughout. As soon as I reached home, the tired...

  The second day was not easy at all. The first day had been all about getting to know the place, even though my assigned task was mistakenly given to someone else. But the next day, I was given substitution classes, my first real experience handling a large number of students. It was stressful and quite challenging. The day began with the usual assembly, which was longer than the previous day because there was a prize distribution that took quite some time. After the assembly, I went to the staffroom, as I had the day before, and there I received my first class assignment. It was the first period, so I had to take attendance as well. The class was Grade Seven, which meant the students were a bit older and more energetic. As soon as I entered, they were excited to see a new teacher and immediately asked for a free period. Convincing them wasn’t easy, but somehow, I managed to make a deal with them, and they quietened down for a while. It was difficult to grab their attention, but...

  School has always been an emotion for me. I often find myself missing my days as a student there. I have a vivid picture of how my school used to look because I spent fourteen years within its walls, a long and unforgettable time. The corridors, library, playground, classrooms, and every corner have a clear route in my mind. After returning to school after many years, everything seemed to have changed. When my brother mentioned it earlier, I didn’t believe him. I assumed it would just be a small, barely noticeable change. However, as I walked inside the school premises, I realised how wrong I had been. The transformation was huge, almost unrecognisable. It made me miss the old surroundings even more, yet I felt genuinely happy seeing how beautifully things had evolved. Stepping into my school again, this time as an intern teacher, brought a rush of mixed emotions. I had always wished to teach in the very same school where I once studied, though I never imagined it would actuall...