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I struggles through school I was born in a very poor family. My parents were unable me to send secondary school. It is not easy for me to go primary school. My parents are trying his best to pay my school fees, My parents don't have money to buy my books and fulfil my school needs. For the seven years i was in school, i had neither text books nor exercise books. I did not even have a pen to write. I used sharpened sticks to write. In those days, children in the senior primary section used pen holders to write. The pen holder would be dipped into ink and then used to write. Since My parents could not afford a pen-holder, i was sharpen a stick or a piece of the outer skin of dry bamboo, and use to write. While the other pupils dipped their pen-holders into ink and used to write, i was dip my sharpened stick; and i served for same purpose.

My school name was Ag church school on those days my uniform was old and torn. My whole appearance smacked of misery.

Despite the difficulties i faced, i passed the first school leaving certificate examination at the end of my course with flying colors. Many of the children's from rich home failed. My success earned for respect and admiration in the village.

Finally i admitted in a prestigious secondary school i got easy admission into secondary school. Nobody was believe in the village that the son of a wretched man Mr.Bhavanand my father they don't like that i would go to such an outstanding school

Everyone waited to see the magic of my father how this poor man could send his son to school. Behind my father back, they said nasty things about him. They even said they were sure the boy would not go anywhere.

I father did so much hard work Money he arranged

Happily, after a hard struggle, my school fee paid and i was poised to go . I was thanked God that my father had worked hard and had the fees although it was only for the first term. The villagers , on their part , was at a loss about what they are seeing. They began to say all types of things to my mother and father Mr Bhavanand Prasad & Mrs. Anita Devi.

But my father and mother did not mind what they said. My father and mother was happy and proud that his son would go to the school.

I goes to school

When the day came i went.

That was the best day in my life. I met other boys from other schools and i began to live and study together. It was a boarding school. I had never experienced boarding school life before and so in come ways it was difficult

I leaves school

Unfortunately, My joy and my family . I only tested secondary school for a short time. At the start of the third term, i was forced to leave for good because my father could not afford to pay fees for that term.

My sadness the day i was leaving could be measured. I was down cast as i carried my blank box home. When i thought of how i would miss my lessons tears rolled down in my cheels. I had wanted to come out in the exam that term.

Although i hoped my father would struggle for me to return to school, i was worried. Many of my classmates shared their sadness and worry. I returns to school

That ended up as a wishful thinking. I never returned to school. School has ended for me. Now i'm seventeen years old now My name is Aman . I never met some of those classmates which i left behind on that day. I returns to village life. It will continue

Written by : Aman Kumar

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