My memories for the first school is a row of pegs where our aprons were hung. I like it because I could reach it on my own, it was at a height of two and a half feet. I recognized my peg by the colour of the tag on the peg. It was very gratifying to have your own space outside of home as people in the home were supposed look after the kids only and provide personal attention anyway. Therefore the "personal tenor" of the peg defined a victory over the impersonal in "formal" educational setting !!!!
This is my initiative to peg you down to share the beginnings of "childhood and schooling"
asha singh
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Hello mam, the description of your first experiences seems quite pure and true.. I can relate it to the fact of a little girl's first endeavour to find and recognise a space for herself in this society, a process that has continued from the childhood itself... and has been quite successfull by ripening over years!!
ReplyDeleteA feeling of pride and being individual, fostering identity formation and getting one's own space at such a young age is so achievement-oriented that leads to self-efficacy. Its such a vivid recapitulation of your childhood memories that i wish to strain my mental capactiy to remember my childhood days.
ReplyDeleteHey girls and peoples I invite you to share your experiences besides only the wonderful comments
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hope to read more and more and share our joys and trials !!!
asha singh
ummm...as i think of my first school, the first thing that strikes is the name "moon light public school".a peculiar name, which i still remeber made me feel awkward to specify, in my later schooling years.. Next, as i rush through my vague memories, i realize that i still remeber my teacher's face, probably because she loved me the most in the class(atleast i wish to believe that and be happy with it!!)
ReplyDeleteapart from this, the most important thing that can't be washed out of my memories is the following incident: it was the janmashtmi celebrations. and we all were made to dress as krishnajis and radhajis..ofcourse with appropriate gender tags..neway, and this boy named rahul, just happened to pull the already huge earings i had in my right ear...as my mum got them pierced at a very young age..This ruthless, irritating and havoc creating chap teased me and pulled the right earing down, leading to a severe cut, followed by heavy bleeding. i immediately rushed to my teacher and then parents were called and the other obvious things followed..Here, i would also like to mention that rahul's parents made him follow me, even to the elementary school, and we happened to be in the same class till 8th standard! All i can say is, my Life has given me many reasons to enjoy all the world's irritations!!
If asked today, i still have obscure memories of how the ambience of the school was, and how dirty were our classromms and that peculiar smell!!
I am sure, that there might have been many wonderful moments in my pre school years as well. but sadly, i can't remember the nicer ones...or there weren't any??who knows...!!;))
There's no first or second memory...I had a roller-coaster life at my school. I was and am in complete love with my school- Happy School. All who know often make fun of what kind of a name it is...but certainly it was in its name...I was HAPPY there. Something I remember of the earliest days at school is playing in the free-play ground with sand, swinging, sliding and running and all of it.
ReplyDeleteI especially remember how all of us would have to wear the white uniform we had, but the one's who had their birthdays were allowed to be dressed in the 'FANCY DRESS'(as it was always said). The birthday girl/boy became the center of attraction for everyone and during the free-play time.. I would run smiling after that special person throughout. The trend of not wearing uniforms ended soon- as in by class 4th. As a grown up I would watch the tiny tots doing the same...running all around after the birthday girl/boy during the free-play as if its a jewel bringing fancy and shine to yourself too...
having uniforms certainly create monotony and boredom but in another way it keeps the opportunity for variations open that bring about so much smile and HAPPY-ness..