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Short description of my school | Short Essay for Kids | Elijah Wee | Singapore

Here's a "short description of my school".

            The chatter. The jovial laughter.

            I love my school for many reasons. It is a place of joy and fun. A second home to me. Whenever I am in my school uniform, I feel a sense of pride for my school.

            Firstly, the teachers there are kind, especially my form teacher, Mr Chin. With his bleached curly hair and his skin as tightly drawn as the skin of an onion, he did not fit into the typical mould of a form teacher. However, what lies below his unusually quirky appearance is the heart of pure kindness. He always encourages us to do better the next time whenever we fared badly in our tests. While he does flare up at times when we get out of hand in class, he never reprimands us unreasonably. Mr Chin will forever remain in my mind as a kind and motivational individual.

            The next thing about my school which comes to mind would be the school canteen. Stepping into the canteen, I am always greeted by the familiar aromas emitted by a range of gastronomic delights being sold and the chaotic din from the chatter of hungry students. The confines of the canteen would always be packed like sardines, swelling with pupils squeezing into any available table devouring their favourite food. I especially like the familiar atmosphere in the canteen, with chattering girls bearing torrential chatter and giggles, and mischievous boys cracking noisy jokes.

            I love my school. In my mind, the constant buzz from the lively chatter of the students and the stentorian voices of the teachers, amidst the colourfully painted educational walls of the school is what makes my school unique. Unique in a sense that it makes my school a second home for me.

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