The Days I Didn’t Know I’d Miss This Much

 

The School Days I’ll Always Miss

'It all started here… quiet, full of memories I didn’t know I was making. '

I really miss my school days.

The chalk dust on the blackboard, the smell of new books, the whispered jokes during serious lessons.

I miss how we counted down periods till interval just to open our snack boxes.

I miss sharing my water bottle, exchanging pens, borrowing correction pens and forgetting to return them.

"Where I left my worries and find happiness."

Every morning, I had a habit.

I used to stand on the balcony of my classroom and just observe.

• I watched the Christonian cadets and cricket team doing their early practices.
• I saw children rushing to their classes before the bell rang.
• Some were busy finishing up their homework.
• Prefects were walking quickly for their duties.
• Class monitors ran to collect attendance registers and record books.
• Some children gave their day into God's hands in front of the college saints' statue.
• Others found comfort in the quiet of the college chapel.
• The rector greeted students at the main gate.
• Teachers shared early morning conversations in the staff rooms.
• Primary kids played like it was already break time.
• A few students secretly plucked flowers to offer to God because they forgot theirs at home.
• The school choir practiced for morning prayers.
• And some of students were already under the “palu” trees,on the benches watching the world wake up.

“We gave our days to your hands, and you gave us strength.”

Most of all, I miss the feeling 

The feeling of being surrounded by people who saw me grow up.

The friends who knew my handwriting before they knew my birthday.

The teachers who became second mothers and fathers.

The classrooms that heard our dreams, our tears, and our unstoppable laughter.

These walls taught more than lessons — they held our entire world.

There was something special about those days 

Something that no photo can truly capture.

It wasn’t just about academics or exams.

It was about growing together. Learning together. Belonging.

Books became laptops. School buses became city buses. Class periods became university lectures. But part of me stayed right here enjoying the morning view.

Now, life has moved on.

We’ve traded uniforms for casuals,

Books for laptops,

School buses for city buses,

And 40 minutes classroom periods for long hours university lectures with unknown faces.

"Each stair still holds the rhythm of our hurried mornings."

But some days, I find myself craving the simplicity of it all 

The joy of hearing my name during morning attendance,

Scribbling on the last page of someone else’s notebook,

Or running in the corridor even when it was strictly not allowed.

The freedom of playing under the sun with no worry other than homework.

"The ground remembers every race, every fall, every rise"

School wasn’t just a place.

It was a chapter  full of memories I didn’t know I was writing until I turned the last page.

And no matter where life takes me,

A part of me will always be sitting in that classroom,

Looking out the window,

Smiling at the sky 

Not knowing how much I’d miss it someday.

Thank you. 💛