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Journey Through the Gates of Light |
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Without even realizing it, I stepped through the gates of the bright school. As
I crossed the threshold, I couldn’t help but feel that I was entering a place of
hope and learning—a place where I would become a student of the light. The
campus greeted me with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the cheerful
chirping of birds. My heart shifted from simple happiness to pure excitement. I
knew that the next three years of my life would be spent here, in this glowing
environment, and I was determined to savor every moment.
I made my way up to the second floor and entered my classroom. Laughter filled
the air as my classmates shared endless jokes, and each face left a lasting
impression on me. Their smiles radiated excitement, and I found myself energized
by the lively atmosphere.
On that first day of school, the cheerful expressions of my classmates remained.
The teacher spoke continuously, and though some students whispered quietly among
themselves, they quickly realized it was inappropriate. The lesson began with
the rules of the classroom and instructions on what to write. I noticed how
punctual every teacher at the light school was—when the bell rang, the teacher
would promptly say “class dismissed,” even if the lesson wasn’t fully finished.
This struck me as unusual, especially compared to my elementary school
experience where teachers often extended class time. Perhaps middle school
teachers simply had a different style.
For the three years to come, the bright school became my destined home. I
treasured the joyful moments spent with my classmates, valuing our friendship
deeply. No matter where life would take us, we knew we could always return to
our alma mater—the place where we shared these unforgettable years. Looking
back, every student here was motivated to work hard and reach new heights. So,
let’s go forward, classmates! Together, we will shine even brighter. |
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