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On the playground, a group of students sit around together to celebrate their upcoming graduation. Soon, they will enter into the society to meet another phase of life. I haven’t been to there for a long time since the work and some of my personal studies and affairs. Every day the schedule has taken almost all the time. Tonight I just spare some time going to there. That kind of scene happens every year at this time. The old will sail for new voyage, and the new will enroll in the campus. The school is the field where students cultivate themselves to be more qualified and independent.
Whenever I meet that kind of scene, I would recall my school time. After years of school life, surely, it leaves me an attachment on the land where I have been studying and living for four years. I sink into that memories and choose to walk around instead of jogging. The cool breeze allays my tiredness and offers me the cozy moment to stroll in peace.
Unconsciously, I arrive at a football goal. That arouses me the familiar scenario: I used to play football with schoolmates and I was always nominated to be the goalkeeper. Since everyone wanted to show off his skill and owned that strong desire to score, while the defense was crippled which became the deadly weakness. It still did not hamper everyone’s enthusiasm from joining the forward position and they were loath to stay with a stupid goal. The result was obvious that the team was usually beaten down into collapse. Neither the offensiveness nor the defense performed satisfactorily, and there was no doubt the 11 people were to doomed be killed in the pitch.
I did not want that mess to torture the team again. Thus I assigned tactics to another ten. They said: “Now, you are the captain. You can be that keeper and just feel fine that we will score and defense according to your plan.” I was there to guide and give orders, and also had to swallow up the painful shooting from the opponents. Since then I decreased my chances to forward or position in the midfield, and the team won many competitions. One day I found I was just that keeper and they never let me go to the pitch and strongly recommended me to guide them. In the beginning, everyone was merely to play and hope they could have fun. But, it was not that happy to lose defense and have no scores all the time. They did not take my commands seriously till they saw we could win sometimes. When we often won in games, we sensed the power of being one big team as a whole. Then I became the goalkeeper and meanwhile, in part, majored the team’s coach and assistant. We just entertained for fun and had no professional one who would teach us. Somebody had to do that job.
Though the basketball is also exciting to play, it does not bring that thrilling from heart pumping after the hardship of ball passing again and again, finally shooting to score. Someone might say, that football is just a game of a bunch of muscular men chasing for a boring ball, what is worse, it might be even in the final with the score of 0:0. Yes, that is what exact the attractiveness is. Behind that score, everyone has endeavored his best to keep the whole team to win.
The singing from students on the playground transfers me their happy ending, which I also did that when I was about to leave school. I still remember that many were drunken and also singing. Girls were weeping out aloud to hug goodbye to each other. Boys did not have that tearful hug moment, but chose to drink, drink and drink. Whatever you are good at drinking or not, whatever you are fond of it or not. Almost everyone was hardly to walk normally. In the end, there was no room to stand still since empty bottles of beers were scattered around.
It was just part of school life and it often makes me the beautiful moment to remember. The absence of years’ playing, I do miss that wonderful time. Fitness is still the essential part of my routine, therefore I spend time going out to think and exercise. Every time I pass the goal, I am more or less to stopped by to look at it for a while.
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- Reply sunnyv
- Whenever, I pass by my previous primary school - KGV King George School, memories of my young schoolboy days would appear. The school looks exactly the same without much changes. Unfortunately, due to recent security rules, entry to the school is restricted.
I was so excited when there was a school open day recently. I arrived at the school early and was surprised to find quite a lot of former students visiting the school. I immediately started to explore familiar places in the school. The first I went to was my classroom and sat down at my old seat. The desk was still the same and there was still a mark which I carved out before. I sat there imagining the teacher giving lessons. I have grown so much that the seat hardly fit my size. I then went on to explore the canteen and sports changing room where we played around. The most exciting part was in the school corridor I discovered an old group photograph and I found myself among many students. I was that cute little kid with a fresh haircut sitting in leftmost side of the front row.
The day was spoiled by an annoying school supervisor who stopped me from using my cellphone to take a picture of the old photo and said permission was needed to take pictures. I immediately rebuked him and questioned what is the harm of a former student using the cellphone to take a picture. He still went on and prevented me from using my cellphone. I am normally a good mannered guy who follow the rules, but this is overbearing. I questioned him who gave him the authority to stop me. He could not answer convincingly, so I went to the headmaster who told me that there is is OK to copy the picture. I went back to the supervisor and gave him a good lesson.
Nevertheless, I still have fond memories of my old school and going back for visits is indeed most enjoyable.
- Reply Rosanna
- Everyone are missing the school time including me, nowadays my cycling friends are all my primary school mates. the sincere feeling from the bottom of hearts is hard to say by any words, i canot accept if the collar is not in proper way, some time the male students are mess on their dressing, I will help them doing properly for my schoolboy naturely in among of us.
- Reply teadrinking
- Mostly, the relation built between schoolmates are very firm and reliable. After work, it is not that easy to find some guys who are easily to have that tough relation that what we can own in school.
Rosanna: Everyone are missing the school time including me, nowadays my cycling friends are all my primary school mates. the sincere feeling from the bottom of ...
- Reply teadrinking
- Your visit to primary school is very nice to read. I can sense that you did have a good time there and by visiting it again you found many sweet memories back. It is really amazingly that you saw old pictures where you were included there. Almost everything remains the same as before.
sunnyv: Whenever, I pass by my previous primary school - KGV King George School, memories of my young schoolboy days would appear. The school looks exactly th ...
- Reply sunnyv
- Thanks. my friend. It is always happy to share our thoughts.
teadrinking: Your visit to primary school is very nice to read. I can sense that you did have a good time there and by visiting it again you found many sweet memor ...
- Reply teadrinking
- Sharing is just such a virtue by transferring and exchanging useful information and views.
sunnyv: Thanks. my friend. It is always happy to share our thoughts.
