It is very pleasant to recollect my school days. I was admitted to class III. I passed long eight years in the same school. This long period was associated with pleasant memories of various kinds.
During this long period of eight years I had come in contact with many students of my own age. I mixed with them freely. I had intimacy with many students. Some became my bosom friends. I will never forget them in life. I was good student at school. I had keen competition with another boy. Either he or I stood first in the examination. This continued till I left school.
I had come in contact with many teachers. I liked most of them. They mixed freely with us. They treated us as their sons or younger brothers. Some teachers were rather grave. They did not mix so freely with us. Perhaps they thought that if they mixed freely, we would not show respect to them properly. I feel this was a wrong notion. We respected all teachers. We had a good relation with them. I was a good boy at school. So all teachers loved me. They helped me in learning my lessons if I had any difficulty. I am proud to say that I had never been beaten or scolded by any teacher in my school life. I always behaved well. I always said my lessons well. So they had no occasion to beat or scold me. I had great respect for our revered Headmaster. He loved us all as his sons. He mixed freely with us. I think this is the reason why he had great hold on the students. He was an ideal teacher. His influence in shaping my character was great. I am really grateful to him for this.
I was fond of playing football. We had a big play-ground in front of our school. In the afternoon we played there. Some young teachers also played with us. This free mixing had a good effect on us.
When I was senior student, I took great interest in the school debating club, in the Saraswati Puja festival, in the annual prize giving ceremony, and in the annual sports. I took part in the dramatic performances and in recitation. Once there was an essay competition. The subject was, “The duty of students in modern India.” Many students competed. I was lucky enough to get the first prize.
Our teachers were interested in our welfare. Encouraged by them we started a Poor Fund. Many students contributed to this fund. Poor boys of the school were helped to buy books or to pay school fees or examination fees. Our teachers encouraged us to start a manuscript magazine, i.e., a magazine written by hand. One year I was its editor. I contributed several articles to it.
We had annual outings and excursion. Some teachers accompanied us. We then passed the days very happily. I remember with pleasure those happy days outside the class room.
In short, I am glad to say that I passed my school days very happily. Scarcely I had any sad experience.