Many events happened in my life long ago. I have forgotten some events. But I distinctly remember some. They will remain fresh in my memory. My fist day at school is one such event. Preparation for admission
I was seven years old when I was first admitted to school. My father taught me at home. My elder borther was then reading in the local school. It was decided that I too should go to school with him. I was a bit nervous at first. It was a new and unknown world to me. I feared that I would be among strangers. I did not know how the boys would receive me. I had also fear about the teachers. But my parents and elder brother encouraged me. They said that at school I would get playmates of my age. The teachers also were affectionate. At last I got over my fear and nervousness to some extent. At School
On an auspicious day my father took me to the school. It was very big School. The school building was very big. I felt nervous when I entered the school premises with my father. I saw many boys. Some of them were of my age. The Headmaster knew my father. He knew that my elder brother was his student. He received me affectionately. He asked me my name and what books I had read at home. Then he asked an assistant teacher to examine me. I was found fit for class III. In the class
I was then admitted to class III. A bearer conducted me to class III room. There were many boys of my age there. The teacher in the class asked me my name. he bade me to take my seat on a bench near him. I had great fear about the teachers. I heard that they beat the boys. But I was glad to see that he was not a teacher of that type. He affectionately asked me some questions. Fortunately I answered those correctly. So he was much pleased with me. There were two more periods of work before the tiffin period. In the meantime I had talks with a few boys. They received me kindly. During the tiffin period I played with the boys. I got over my...