MY LAST DAY AT SCHOOL

The philosopher Robert J. Kibbee said that:

“ The qualities of school is

Measured more by kind

Of student it turns out

Than the kind it takes in”

There is hardly any living being who has not gone through upsand downs of life. Actually life is full of bad as well
as good deeds. Some of them may be forgotten, whereas others leave an everlasting imprint on the mind. Write the
bad things that are done to you in sand but the good thing that happen to you on the piece of marble.

Hallen keller, the dumb and deaf American authoress, told that we don’t value the things untill we lose
them. Her words echoed on my mind on my last day at school.

“ Good byes are not forever,

Good byes are not the end,

They simply mean I’ll miss them

Untill we meet again”

parting is always associated with grief and gloom. The place one loves to stay at cannot easily be forgotten. Thus, it
haunts the mind in years to come.

“ In parting, there is

An image of death”

The good past days come to mind and thir remembrance makes us sometimes sad and many times delighted. Hence,
in the store-house of many school memories enriched with many pearls and pebbles. The last day at school occupies
a very conpicious position.

“Sweet memories are like

Sweet flower. Thy become

A source of happiness in

The depressing dreams of life”

The very idea of my last day at school makes me sad and gloomy. Those memories will never leave me until the end
of myself as someone has said that:

“ Memories never die”

It was only than I realized how much I cherished the school, I was going to leave. It seemed to me as if somebody
was drawing my soul out from my body. I must acknowledge that I had spent the most valuable time of my life at
school and rightly called the asset of my life.

“ keep calm because its

The last day of school”

In the life of students, two days are of unique significance ; First day and Last day at school.

“ The two best days of school;

The first and the last”

First day of school may cause anxiety, fear and nervousness. The last day is surely a day of hope , confidance and
preparedness. It also reminds us the golden period of school life. After this another phase of life stars, that has its
own pains and pleasures.

“ The first day of school;

The day when the countdown

To the last day of school begins” (Pinterest)

School is a place where generations of a natin sees dreams of golden future. Some boys and girls work hard to
materilize their dreams.

“ School is practice for

Future; and practice

Makes man perfect”

In every case a school student develops an emotional and close association with school. He loves and likes
everything of it. All students become family in school. They don’t like to separate from one another. But a day
comes when they have to leave the school and everything about it. It is a time of real sadness for them. It is very sad
moment to go through but life continues.

“ when I like on my

Couch in vacant period

Or pensive mood;

That day flashes in my mind,

Which is the bliss of solitude” ( wordsworth)

My last day at school is still fresh in my memory. For our teacher, it was just like others days. Some of them felt
relieved and very few felt grieved. But for us it was a day that meant a lot.

I got up early in the morning thinking that I should go to school early and stay there late to finally say
farewell to mother of knowledge, that is my school.

“School is place of

Learning, liberty

And life”

When I reached the school the climate was sunny and pleasant and flowers were smiling and welcoming us by
stretching out their branches far into the air and inside the school. I found depression all around. The students of our
class were standing in different groups. It was for the first time that students were not in uniform.

“ School inspired me

To think differently
 Its like no other

Time in your life”

The topic of discussion everywhere was that we were meeting in that atmosphere for the last time. After one month
the examination would start and at the time of result it would not be possible to meet all classfellows.

Throughout our school stay, we had been so cheerful and excited. We never entertained any idea that a day
would come to sparate us like that. But that unexpected day was there. Some of us were so emotional that they
started weeping.

“ Life is like riding a

Bycycle, to keep your

Balance, you must kee

Moving” (Albert Eeinstien)

But we decided to depart in some joyful mood as we had been living there for many years.

“ Rise in heart, gather to eyes

In looking on happy Autumn field

And thinking of days that are not more”

Our junior of 9th class had arranged a farewell party in honour of out-going students. The students of 9th class had
beautifuly decorated school with bunthings and ballons. tn the school a small stage had also been erected. The
farewell function started at 10:00 a.m.

All the students sat very peacefully, with the worthy pricipal and teachers. The programme was started by
reciting the Holy Quran. Then formal fantasy speechs were made on the ocassion. A boy sang a gazal and delighted
the audience with his melodious voice. Our worty principal and kind teachers also participated.

First of all, a student from 9th class rose to speak. He appriciated our behaviour and dealing with them. He
apprecited the guidance we had given to our juniors. They repeated the saying of philosopher Wendy that;

“ Don’t live down to

Expectations. Go out

There and do something

Remarkable”

He enumerated the good events and days spent with us and then bade us farewell. Then I on the behalf of my class
was asked to speak a few words. T thanked 9th class students for arranging grand party. I said that Joseph Barbere
has said;

“ My last day at school

Was like fall of Roman

Empire in last motion”

With heavy hearts ialso expressed my feelings for teachers, I offered my depest regards to them for their valuable
guidance and hoped that they would guide us in future as well, because as it is said;
 “ Graduation is not the

End it’s the beginning”

My feelings at that time was a mixture of gaiety and sadness. I was gay at the thought that the phase of my school
career had been successfully completed. I couldn’t controle the feelings of sadness because I was going to leave the
institution where I had passed many years of my life.

“ Don’t cry because its overe

Smile because it happened”

I was so overwhelmed with the passion that I moved to tears and a wave of sadness ran across the whole
atmosphere. Even nature seemed sheding tears with us.

“only in the agony of parting

Do we look in depth of love”

Then the principal rose up to speak. He told us various precautionary measures and practical tips beneficial for the
examination. He guided us how to finish paper well intime and revise it. He reminded us of our duties as students
and citizens of state. He told us;

“ The purpose of life is to live a life of

Purpose. Aas long as you live; keep learning

How to live”

He stimulated us to fight against evils like bribery, corruption, jobbery and smuggling etc, and to make Pakistan an
ideal state. He advised us to remain staunch muslim wherever we go and whatever we do. He quoted many examples
from pious life of Holy Prophet( PBUH) and our national heroes to lead a successful life. He urged us to work hard
and bring good name to teachers, our parents and our country so that positive image about Pakistan may emerge in
the comity of nations.

“ The future lies before you;

Like a field of driven snow

Becareful how you treat it

For every step will slow”

He further said;

“ Education is our pasport to future for tomorrow;

Belongs to the people who prepared it for today”

At the end of academic reference, elaborate lunch was served in our honour as we had also done a year before. After
dinner there was variety show. The students sang songs, performed skits and other fun-fair items and then bade us
farewell. But I couldn’t move off without having a last glimps of school. As it is true;

“ The period of school is one’s best period of life”

I went to the union office and sat there for a few moments. I recalled the last election of of scholl union. I
remembered how we formed a new organization to beat old organizations. Hundreds of students moved about
enthusiastically day in day out to secure votes for their candidates. What a period of bliss, delight and enthusiasm.
 “ Hours of happiness

moments of felicity”

Then we meet our teachers. We obtained their autographs on our diaries. They advised us to choose right profession
in future.

“ you have brains in your head

You have feet in your shoes

You can steer yourself in any direction you choose,

You are on your own and you know what to know;

You are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

Then I went to library. I remembered how I had access to rare and valuable books. I remembered that my teacher
used to say,

“ The object of education is to prepare young

To educate themselves throughout their lives”

Afterwards I went to laboratory. I recalled the happy instructive hours spentthere. Now the memories of classroom
were stirred up. How often did I feel bored? How often did I dislike some teachers for their strickness about
percentage of attendance? How often did we speak ill of principal for his strict discipline and turning down some of
our requests. All of those feelings had transformed into love, regards and respect.

“ No matter how much you think you hate

School, you will always miss it when you leave”

I had participated in debates and other functions. I had won many prizes. I had enjoyed mystay in school. I had made
friends. I had developed respect and love for my teachers.

“ Teachers are the important piller of society. they

Are like lanterns on the way that guides every body”

Now I was leaving this school. I felt a touch of grief. We had video cameras with us. We were capturing these
precious moments not only in our cameras but also in our hearts. I was so lost in my memories that I didn’t realize
the late afternoon. Then my friend stroked at my shoulder and we started to gate. My mind was crowded with the
thoughts of friends, kind and affectionate teachersand fatherly principal. I was constrained to utter;

“Farewell; God knowa when shell we meet again”

The memories of my last day at school still shine in my mind like jewels.

“ Farewell my friends

Farewell my foes

My love with these

My care for those”