My last day at school

“The last day of my school life gifts me a precious thing…..that’s tears”

School is a scared place. It educates the young people.it is a place where the concrete foundations of a
nation are laid down. Apparently, it imparts education, but secretly, it grooms the young generation for
life and its weight responsibilities.
As it is said;

“A school is a lighthouse which emits radiations of wisdom and

knowledge”
It is natural for humans to love the place where they spend some time. Children spend a substantial part
of their lives in schools. Therefore, they love their schools like their homes. They develop an emotional
association with their schools. Moreover, in school, the students live like a family. It is very difficult for
them to separate from each other. But a day comes when they have to desert the school and all its
charms. It is the time of real sadness for them. However, they pass this ordeal with great patience.

“It is a universal law and an accepted truth that to every start there is an end”
Parting is always associated with gloom and grief. The good past days come to mind and their
remembrance makes us sometimes sad and many times delighted. Hence, in the store-house of my
school memories, enriched with many pearls and pebbles, collected over the last two years, the last day
at the school occupies a very conspicuous position. It has mixed feelings of sadness and bliss. Hence, the
very idea of last day at school makes me sad and gloomy but it is also a fact:

“Great asset is glorious past,

It urges man to work hard.

(Rasheed masood)

On my last day at school, I got ready early and reached school to spend the whole day there. It
was a gloomy day for me and my friends. My friends and I were well aware of the stark reality that we
were about to leave the school forever. This separation was so painful, sad and depressing for all of us.
Throughout our stay at school, we had been so cheerful and excited. We had never entertained any idea
that a day would come to separate us like that. Some of us became so emotional that they started
weeping. Some had tears in their eyes but they controlled themselves.
As it is well said,

“The first and last day at school are of unique significance for students”
The students of the 9th class had arranged a farewell party in honour of the out-going students as it is
customary in our schools that the 9 th class students bid farewell to the 10 th class. They make the parting
day as much memorable as they can. They arrange a feast and bear all its expenses doing their best to
make the function successful. It was to be held in the big hall. The farewell function started at 10
: 00 a m. All the students sat very peacefully with the worth Principal and teachers. First of all, a student
from the 9th class rose to speak. He appreciated our behavior. He enumerated the good days spent with
us and then bade us farewell. Then, I, on behalf of my class, was asked to speak a few words. I thanked
the 9th class students for arranging so grand a party. I also thanked the teachers and the office staff for
their guidance and cooperation hoping that they would guide us in future as well.
My feelings at that time were a mixture of gaiety and sadness. I was sad at the thought that
ten years of my school life had been silently completed.
As Voltaire said;

“Years are the silent language of grief”

I was so overwhelmed with passions that I moved to tears. A wave of sadness ran across the whole
atmosphere. Even nature seemed shedding tears. Then our class incharge rose up. He made a speech
which moved our hearts. He told us that we would soon enter the field of life. Our carefree life of school
would end and we would have to face hard realities of life.

As Albert Einstein said;

“The difference between school and life? In school, you’re taught a lesson and
then given a test. In life, you’re given a test that teaches you a lesson”
Last of all the Principal rose from his seat. There were clapping on all sides. He made a brief speech. He
wished us all a successful life. He guided us how to attempt the paper, finish it well in time and revise it.
He reminded us of our duties as students and citizens of the state. He stimulated us to fight against evils.
He advised us to remain staunch Muslims and true Pakistanis wherever we go and whatever we do. He
urged us to work hard and bring good name to our school, our parents and the country. Then our
monitor thanked the principal, the teachers and the 9 th class students for their good wishes. He
promised on behalf of his class fellows that they would keep in mind the lessons taught by the teachers.
He assured the principal and the teachers that they would never forget their school and worthy
teachers. At the end of the academic reference, an elaborate feast was served in our honour as we had
also done a year before. After the feast, there was a variety show. The students sang songs, performed
skits and other fun- fair items. Then we were bidden farewell formally. Then, we had a round of the
school to see every nook and corner of it and we recalled our old memories.

“We must always have old memories and young hopes”

Now, the memories of the classroom were stirred up. How often did I feel bored? How often did I dislike
some of the teachers for their strictness? How often did we speak ill of the principal for his strict
discipline and turning down some of our requests. But on that day, all of those feelings had transformed
into love, respect and regards.

“No matter how much you think, you hate school, you will always miss it when
you leave it”
In the evening, we got ready to go our homes. It was the time to say good-bye to each other. We
embraced each other for the last time. Some of us could not control themselves and began to weep
bitterly. Finally, we departed each other and that we would meet again somewhere some day.

Today it is proved,
“First day of school turned strangers into friends. Last day turned friends into
strangers with memories”
I cannot forget the fair faces of my fellows, the sweet sensations of school and the marvelous memories
of our merciful masters. These memories of school are like sweet-smelling flowers strewn on the
strenuous path of my life. I find deep pleasure in recollecting the glorious days of school life.

“Sweet memories of our school would always haunt our minds”

The memories work like a soothing swing that sways my soul into supreme serenity. On that day, I was
so lost in the memories and thoughts that I did not realize the time. In meantime, Mr. Ali stroked at my
shoulder and we started to the gate. My mind was crowded with the thoughts of friends, affectionate
teachers and the fatherly Principal. I was constrained to blurt out:

“Farewell my friends,

Farewell my foes;

My love with these,

My care for those”