My Last Day at School
Essay No. 01
The last day at school comes at the conclusion of the academic year of the 12th class. Before the start of examinations students of this class are given a farewell party by the next lower class. Since such functions are an annual affair, some solemnity is attached to them, and students, as well as teachers, take part in it.
My last day at school marked by more or less the same feelings. It fell on the 28th of Feb., 2002. The school hall was decorated. A platform was raised and chairs arranged in many rows. Teachers sat in the front row and since I had been the monitor of my class I was also given a place in the first row. Soon the hall was full.
The occasion was highly emotional. All the outgoing students looked very serious. Everyone seemed to be missing the school days on the one hand and looking forward into the unknown land of the future, all uncertain and vague. No doubt the new life, that is, college life seemed more glamourous ahead of us but taking the responsibilities of new life seemed more difficult.
The Principal presided over the function. Since the examinations were at hand so we could hardly lose any time in making long speeches and unnecessary formalities. The Principal spoke for ten minutes. He recalled the years-long association of the outgoing class with the rest of the school and exhorted other classes to follow the example of our class in the best traditions of the school.
There was a tea party. The students of the 11th class were host to it. I was told to speak a few words to them, which I did. But soon my heart began to throb at the idea of parting. I recalled how we had played, read, and sat together. How we were displeased at one moment and were the same friends at the next. Speaking at such functions was a maiden experience in my life yet I made a fine job of it though I was later told that my voice trembled as I spoke.
The hosts gave us a farewell speech. The monitor of their class, Sanchit Sharma, spoke highly of us. He recalled the guidance which we had been giving them from time to time. He said that though we were parting from the school this year yet they would join us next year in this great school of life—the world.
Party oven a group photograph was arranged. We were free now. I deposited my borrowed books with the library and got a clearance certificate. The joyful attitude of my heart gave place to anxiety and seriousness. The very idea of examination at hand completely gripped my mind and I hurried to my house without loss of time to bury my head in books.
Essay No. 02
My Last Day at School
The last day at school is a memorable day for every student. It is a day of mixed feelings like feelings of sadness as well as happiness because while it marks the end of our school life and separation from old teachers and friends, it opens the door of college life exciting from every angle.
In short, we have joys, we have sorrows, we meet and then we depart. First, there was a day when I had joined the school, and now comes that day, which is my last day in school.
I remember it was chilly February, and only a month was left for our Board Examinations. Since our syllabus was over, our Principal had declared preparatory holidays.
All students were asked to clear their accounts and return their library books for the use of ensuing batches. After the recess, we were asked to gather in the assembly hall, where the Principal had delivered a short speech concerning our future and wished us success for the coming examinations.
Then I and my friends shook hands and hugged each other and we all cracked jokes. The thing I enjoyed most was when a group of friends scribbled messages on each other’s school uniforms. Then it was time to click photographs with friends and teachers for future memories.
My last day at school was thus full of feelings both of joy and sadness.
Essay No. 03
My Last Day at School
The 3rd March 1990, was my last day at school. I was both happy and sad-happy at the prospect of joining a college and sad at the thought of leaving my school where I had spent seven years of my life. I reached school at 9.15 a.m. I had with me only one book which I had borrowed library. All the 10th class students came to school without their satchels. There was no teaching on that day. I went to the library and returned the book. Then got a ‘No Dues Slip’ signed by the librarian and teachers I handed it over to the clerk and received my Roll Number slip. I could not solve some problems in Geometry so I went to the Mathematics teacher and got my difficulties solved. I also met my friends. Some of them talked of the coming examination while others talked of their future career. A farewell party was arranged for 5 p.m. The students of the 11th class played the host. The program consisted of a short variety show and a few speeches. Some students of the 11th class sang a humorous ‘qawwali’ describing their teachers and their stay in the school. Our principal gave a brief speech assuring that our memory will remain in the nooks and corners of the school forever. The principal inspired the outgoing students to work hard for success and to be noble citizens of India in the future. When the function was over, I shook hands with my friends, respectfully bade my teacher’s good-bye, and returned home.
my last year of school