Many years have passed since I was admitted to a high school. And Still, I remember my first day at school. It is Dhaka Ideal School to which I was admitted. My mother took me to the headmaster who directed me to my class. It was class 9 to which I was admitted the previous day. There are 60 boys in all. Most of them were about my age. School had not begun yet. So the room was noisy. As soon as I took my seat then a number of students gathered around me. All the students were making inquiries about me. As usual, I was a little bit nervous at first. Gradually I began to feel quite at case. One of the students liked me to sit beside him. Later on, we became fast friends, and this friendship has lasted up to this day of our school life. Soon after the bell rang and a teacher entered the class. We all stood up and saluted him.
The class teacher accepted the salute with a sweet smile and told us to sit down. As the teacher’s eyes fell on me, he came to me and asked my name. By his gentle tone, I felt at the case and answered his questions freely and modestly. He then took up the day’s lesson. He taught us English. His good methodical teaching impressed me. There were some other teachers who also took their classes cordially. During their leisure period, I saw all students going to the mosque which is adjacent to the school building. I also went with them and said my prayers too. After the performance of our prayers, we took our tiffin. There were two periods of class work after tiffin. My experience during this time was almost the same as during the early hours. I think I was able to win the love of all teachers and my all classmates. When the classes ended, I returned home. I expressed my feelings and experience with my parents. The discipline of the school was awesome. It impressed me much.