[Points: Introduction—scene in the hall of the school—your feelings—conclusion.]
The memory of my last day at school fills my mind with feelings at once sweet and sad. I had been in this institution for six years. So it had been the spring of my early dreams and the ties I had deve loped there seemed to be unbreakable. As I think of that last day, I am at a loss how to express myself properly.
It is just one month ago that we received a call from our Head master to attend the school for our admit cards-from the Board of Secondary Education. Accordingly I went there at 12 noon. The other boys of my class sent up for the examination had also arrived. We assembled in the school. All the teachers also were present there. Soon after, our Assistant Headmaster took up the admit cards from the table and handed them to us all.
Then the Headmaster gave us his blessings in a voice almost choked with emotion. He advised us not to get nervous or noisy in the examination hall even if some of the questions would seem difficult. We should carefully revise our answers and see that our names and roll numbers were put on the cover pages of the answer scripts. Particular emphasis was laid on our not taking any unfair means in the examination hall.
Some of the other teachers showered their blessings on us. Their words and voice showed how sincere their feelings were. No doubt our school was wellknown as a good one, proud of its teachers and their relationship with the students. But the present atmosphere was so emotional that some of us could not help tears gathering in their eyes.
Then came the turn of the captain of our class to express our feelings of gratefulness to our teachers. He assured them that we were always conscious of what we had received at school and would spare no pains to prove worthy of them in after-life.
We then went up to the teachers individually to touch their feet in obeisance.
The memory of that day still cheers and inspires me to prove worthy of the love and trust of my teachers.
