Saturday, May 25, 2019
Autobiography of a Classroom Essay
I am a real big classroom in a well-known man train. I cater to needs of the kindergarten class of the school, accommodating I think about eighty five children, a big number isnt it? I understand that I am the best looking room in the school as, the very small children study here. I am very beautifully decorated so that the little ones like to come here every day. The room that is me is decorated with beautiful coloured pictures. The walls are a blend of virtually colours I do not know the names of.The furniture that is placed in the continuance and breadth of the room consists of small round tables to office four children on each table, and the chairs are also tiny. That is not all, all the furniture is a mixture of many colours. When the children come inside the class they more or less fight to sit on certain chairs. That makes me understand that they like the colours and fight for their favourite colours to sit on. At the top two ends of the length of the classroom there a re two bigger tables and full size chairs for the teachers to sit.Since there are so many children there are two teachers man in other classes there is only one each. I am a treat for everyone to see. My pleasure knows no bounds when everyone who comes inside the class, admires me, appreciates my get up and the colours that don me. I have the twin advantage of being the most beautiful room in the school and also having the cutest of children coming to pass their fourth dimension with me. Thus, my life is full of beauty, colour, noise and laughter and at times of course also crying and howling of the children.At times virtually rude(a) entrants to the school come to me with their mothers and, cry as if they had come to the slaughter house to be butchered. At such(prenominal) moments even by heart cries for the little ones and I wonder why man makes these little children come to study if they do not want to. I of course do not know how grand studies are for human children, I onl y feel sad seeing the children cry. My life is full of a very busy schedule though very interesting. The routine of my daily life is so busy that, I do not get any relief for quite long hours.In the cockcrow as early as 6 a. m. wo wipeers come open the lock of my room or rather me, and off they start working on me. They sweep my floor, squab it, dust each and every piece of the furniture in me. Thus, I get alerted as soon the room is unlocked. It is not even 8 a. m. when the little brats start pouring inside my bodys doors. At times they enter with so much noise that my whole body feels the rale of it all. Their movements are so loud that now, I cannot even think of any rest. School bags get flung, tiffin boxes are strewn all about, water bottles are unplowed clean anywhere and there is a lot of commotion all over.Soon the maid enters the room and keeps everything in order and my appearance at at once improves and I look tidy and well kept. For these small ones the school hours are just three from, 8 a. m. to 11 a. m. These three hours is my duty time, and just is the time when I also get the days entertainment. Being a classroom for the Kindergarten children I get a great chance of hearing conversations in the midst of the teachers and the parents. Since this is the first time their children have entered school, parents devote a lot of time to talking about the school and its standards.At times I find that some parents are just too critical and, inspite of getting all the best in this school they always seem to be unhappy and dissatisfied with something or the other in the school. Such parents keep lecturing about things missing in the classroom, the school or even in the playground. When I hear such complaints, my heart sinks and I wonder if they will allow or not allow their children to come to me any more,. For such conversations I have understood that, these days parents pamper the children too much, and it seems that they can never yes, never be sa tisfied.I am quite surprised to see the vast difference in opinions. trance on the one hand I, and also many parents think that I am very beautiful, well kept, and decorated, others of the same clan are always quetch of many defects in my appearance. This gives me a feeling of depression and I do wonder if I can do anything in the matter. After some mentation bouts, I realize that, I can do nothing to satisfy these unhappy parents. I am just here in the hands of the school authorities and stand here as and how they keep me. My working hours are just six, from 6 a. m. when sweepers enter to say 12 noon when I am locked after all children go.After my duty hours I just relax but also feel lonely. No matter what is said about me, I am thoroughly enjoying my life in the cute company of little children. Their company makes me also feel young though now I am quite emeritus. Every summer vacation I am painted afresh, my furniture is painted, and, I am ready to welcome my little friends, new and old with a new look, new enthusiasm and renewed vigour. I pray that my life is forever allowed to remain so interesting and so relaxed. I just love all the children and teachers who come here to me, to work and play in the restricted area within my four walls.