There is a place that I love with all my heart, where I feel special, cosy and secure. This place is my school where I spent 10 wonderful years...
Yesterday I came to visit my teachers with two former classmates who joined me later. We arranged to come by the time when all classes were dismissed, so that we didn't distract our teachers from their new students. As usual I passed through the school gate and met chains of students who came out of school laughing and feeling a great relief that this goddamn school is over for this day... If they could imagine what I feel now.
I entered into the square yard of the school, where once beautiful flowers and bushes were fading. Then, I went by the statue of "mal'chish-kibal'chish" (a hero of the civil war, the heritage of the soviet past, and though the historical context is quite disguisting, this story and this boy is an example of brave heart and true devotion - that's why we admire him) remembering that my classmate promised to hang herself on it if our Physics teacher would give her B for the final exam. I smiled to the school guard but it seemed to me that he didn't pay me much attention (maybe because I still look like a schoolboy). I went trough the hall to the stairs looking around to catch the changes that occured in school since the time I'd been studying there. But nothing changed except for the one: a large sheet of paper, where the photos with the graduates of the previous year were, was replaced with the new where our photos are. All other things were the same as usual. It soothed me, made me sure that whenever I would come this place all things would be as they used to be when I graduated....
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| The snow-covered schoolyard in early december |
Now, back to my school. It has 3 passages on each floor (the whole building has a square shape with a yard inside) and with a great delight I paced all of them inhaling the school air and peeping in opened classrooms. My destination was on the 2d floor where our classroom used to be. Fortunately my class teacher was there and we could have a nice talk with a cup of tea and some bisquits. That day I met a lot of my classmates too.
My school is definitely my second home.
Oh, all that I know,
There's nothing here to run from,
'cause everybody here's got
Somebody to lean on... (c)
Thank you for reading.
Excellent description. I especially like the part where you see that the only change is that your class's graduation photos are now hung. In time, surely there will be other changes, though, right? When I drive by my elementary school in my hometown now, I can see that they've built an entirely new building next to the old one. I don't think I'd care go back inside it now. Will you still want to visit your school when the number of changes begins to multiply?
ОтветитьУдалитьThank you. Yes, I will, though it will be hard to me to watch the number of changes increasing. But I hope the special atmosphere, which is created first of all by people who devoted to their noble mission, will still be as it always is, while such people are working in my school. I hope.
ОтветитьУдалитьSchool...! Dear school!!! ШПЧ!
ОтветитьУдалитьSCHPCH :)))
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