My elder brother went to school every day. I was also eager to go with him. But I was then only four. So, I was not allowed to go to school. I learnt the three R's—reading, writing and arithmetic—for three years. I was then seven. One day my mother told me to go to school the next day.
January 7, 1998 was a memorable day in my life. I had little sleep the previous night. I got up at six o’clock in the morning, cleaned my teeth, and took my breakfast. I read my books. I then took my bath and meal. It was 10 a.m. My mother dressed me. I followed my father with books. I ran all the way to school.
My father took me to the headmaster of the school. Father and I saluted him. I was feeling nervous. The headmaster asked me my name and my father’s name. He also asked me some questions correctly. The headmaster was satisfied. He then asked a teacher to test me. It was a written examination for an hour. Fortunately, I was able to answer all the questions correctly. I was declared fit for class III. Father paid the fees, and I was admitted.
I was taken to the class. I saluted the teacher. I sat along with other boys. They were of my age. The teacher and the boys welcomed me. The teacher asked me some questions. I answered all the questions politely.
The class was over at 4 p.m. I came back home, put off my shoes, and changed my school dress. The first day at school is a memorable day in my life.
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