Pale Elementary School

School sucks

A school is an institution whose basic task is to transfer knowledge to young people. These are the buildings in which the classes take place. It is a place of education, but in my eyes, school is much more than that. My school is the cradle of knowledge, it is also a place to meet, socialize, beautiful and difficult moments. My school is the driver of everything that happens in my life and everything that will happen in my future life. It’s a circuit I have to run personally, and how well I run it depends on me. If I don't start it well enough, it will stop even before I hope and I will end my life without the possibility of success and progress, without the possibility to afford my children and myself a better tomorrow. In addition, it is a circle that brings with it many other joys of life. My school is a place to socialize, a place where I share every laugh, but also every tear with friends; a place of first sympathy and first love, the first letter for Valentine's Day and the first worded love song. Thinking about school, I realize that this is the place where I grew up. From kindergarten, to elementary school and high school, and later college, school is a place where I will always learn, grow and form myself, socialize, be friends, help others, love and be loved. School is my friend who has been following me since the beginning of my childhood, and will follow me for the rest of my life, but in other forms. Currently, my school is a material object that has its own soul. Within the school, the teachers selflessly impart knowledge to us as we sit in the benches and listen carefully to them. In these same benches we often wander into a distant world of thought, not listening to what we are here for, in these same benches we often have conversations with our friends that sometimes seem to us to be “most important in our lives”. There are also a school hallway and a school yard, places where we spend the most beautiful moments of our youth, or those “adventurous” moments when we decide not to come to class. There is also a place where every student has trembled at least once in his life, Your Majesty, the school board. But looking with the heart, when we find ourselves in front of the school board, we realize how mature we are as a person, how much we have adopted the material or rather, how responsibly we have acted according to our obligations, and when we understand that, we can say that school is our second. home.My school is more than just an ordinary building. It is a big house where my class and I are one big family, along with our professors. Honestly, my school works that way, teachers pass on knowledge to us, and together with my peers I feel like in a big family, with brothers and sisters. Still, nothing can replace the warmth of home, but school is certainly the most beautiful age of every man. Although it stretches through almost a decade and a half of everyone’s life, I will say it is short-lived. A place that is special is my school ...

Schools need to arrange science classrooms and classrooms. Teachers of this school are among the first to be involved in the inclusion process. Serious staff is commendable.

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