My School.

My School

As you become older you realize that there are several essential things and places you always long to come back to. They are your birthplace, your home and the school you went to.

I studied at secondary school № 2 at Prokopievsk. My school was a two-storeyed building situated in one of the residential districts of our city. All the children from the neighbourhood went there because it was a walking distance from their homes. There was a sports ground behind the school-building.

The school was built nearly 80 years ago. That's why there were some traditions and customs there. There were three large windows in each classroom with flower pots on the windowsills. It was pupils' (especially girls') responsibility to water the flowers. And they did it with care. There were maps and portraits, tables and charts on the walls of the classrooms.

Our classroom was on the second floor. Its windows faced the school-yard.

 Our lessons began at eight o'clock in the morning and lasted till one and five in the afternoon. We had six lessons a day. Every pupil had a day-book where the teachers wrote down the mark each pupil had earned for his answers. The teacher also wrote down the mark in the class register. When the teacher asked a question, the pupils who could answer it raised their hands, and the teacher called out one of them to answer the question.

We had a lot of homework to do at home. The teachers often took our exercise-books home to check them up. If there were any mistakes they corrected them and gave us marks. At the end of each quarter we got our report cards which our parents signed. At the end of the study year we were promoted, to the next form. There was a school uniform, but we did not like it. Some pupils had lunch at school canteen, but it was not very tasty. Only now I understand what a wonderful time it was!
                                                                                                   By N. Rogachova