Review: Narration & Description, and the Writing Process - Essay Example

“Green” and “white” are the first two words that come to my mind whenever I picture my high school. Those two colors were the theme colors of the school; the walls which had donned hundreds of creative and colorful banners informing the students about the upcoming events or school-related news were half off-white and half green. My friends and I used to joke around, saying that those colors were the worst choice ever. I do not think anyone could tell how much we would miss those colors after graduation.

These walls were part of the solemn yet sophisticated-looking two-storey blocks which made up the inner part of my school. We used to call them “jails” (yes, we were quite immature back then). I still remember the numerous times my friends and I used to hide in the primary and secondary level blocks in order to avoid going to class – our giggles had almost given us away one day. In the mornings the school would look a bit empty and very calm indeed – you could see the droopy-eyed students arriving at school and heading straight to their respected classrooms, as if in an auto mode.

“What a disciplined school,” you would say after seeing this view. . The air would be filled with dust due to the trampling of so many feet on the sandy, pebbled ground – you could practically smell it, along with whiffs of various kinds of lunch brought by the students. The older students, on the other hand, would hang out in the basketball court and the cafeteria. Teasing the school cook about the food she made would be a favorite past time of ours, along with all the gossip we shared while walking around the basketball court.

However, the best memories were made during our free periods and the activities held by the school. Thankfully my school did not pressurize us with extremely strict rules and had employed fun-loving teachers; whenever they were busy, we would be sent outside the class to do whatever we wanted. I recall trying to play baseball for the first time during one of those periods; it was very hard to keep my mouth straight and concentrate on the oncoming ball while my friends made faces at me from the stands.

Oh, and who can forget the crazy times we used to have during the sports days, carnivals and dances? Honestly, my high school friends and the memories I have of them are the best things that my school ever gave me. If my high school had not allowed its students to have so much pleasure (along with studies, of course), I highly doubt that I would be missing it so much right now. The high school I used to go to is one of the most memorable places that I can remember very vividly; I can never forget how it looks like, especially the colors of the walls and the blocks that the school consisted of.

I even recall how the atmosphere of the school in the morning differed from the atmosphere during break time. It is a place that I hold very close to my heart