Classroom
The classroom, me and the stories...
History repeats itself, so do these stories. Every year, with the new books there were those walls of the new classroom, eager to listen to your tale, your jokes, illogical answers and above all to YOU!
So proudly it exhibited your works, remember your drawings, the charts, and all that stuff you prepared in the 6th lecture on thursdays!
For you it had taken so many chalks that missed its target, and it forwent its white wash to help you write the answers (and it still keeps them)
And the blackboard (or green) it greeted everyday with a new quote, you just don't know who wrote it ;)
It so much echos the rattling of your pen fights and the shrieks of playing 'red hands'. Your crazy plans and weird ideas never failed to fascinate. It also recalls how it was turned it into a conference hall or a playground or an experiment lab.
It readily became anything you made of it. Today it's made a memory and it quietly sits in your album waiting for you to return to the class so that it can speak to you and tell you how insanely you've grown up!
The classroom, you and the stories
It can just go on...!
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