Day 1 of back to school

 

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 actually happen. On my first day as an intern, the school felt completely new to me. I met several of my former teachers, to my surprise, many of them still remembered me, and some even recalled my name. Their warm smiles and encouraging words made me feel truly welcome.

Though I missed seeing a few teachers who had retired, meeting the ones who were still there filled me with immense joy. They had been a significant part of my journey, and seeing them again brought back many memories. This journey has been long and meaningful, and as it now nears its end, I feel both a quiet sense of loss and the excitement of stepping into a new beginning.