A schoolbag of memories

Four decades have winged by; 

Since I crossed a T and dotted an I

Within the portals of Sacred Heart High. 
Looking back with so much nostalgia 
I sift through my memorabilia 

And thro’the past I let my mind wander…

 

Standing in line for morning assembly at 9 
Drill, athletics, mathematics
That sometimes caused a dreadful colic. 
Rotation and Revolution

Fractions and chemical reactions

 Not Everyone's cup of tea.

Yes I remember ol’ Allauddin Khiliji!

 

‘March Past Eliminations'examinations 

At the time, matters of great consternation!
Elocution and debates always on our plates.
Sports Day, Hip-hip Hurray!
Who’s going to carry the cup away?
Kho-Kho, Kabbadi
Weren't they favourites of everybody!

Singing ditties was so much fun.

 

Like those lunches we shared beneath the sun…
Teachers strict, yet always kind
The ones who helped us get thro’ the grind –
“Love Conquers All”, they reiterated
Lifetime values they inculcated.

 

The self control bell
Meant you just couldn’t yell

And a two minute impatient silence fell.

 

There was happiness and sadness 
And more than an ounce of madness
In that very dear school
Where we had to live by the rule.