My Junior High School

Yesterday afternoon, I passed by the junior high school which I had studied in for 3 years.

I saw a chalkboard placed in front of the school gate, and some students’ names were sketched on it. I surely knew they were the students who had been late for school in the morning. I really feared this chalkboard 8 years ago.

It also reminded me of my life in this school. I always argued with my deskmate about insignificant things, and sometimes we even fought with each other. Today, I don’t know where he is.

When I was a student in it, I had some friends. Unfortunately, one of them died from a traffic accident 3 years ago. My comfort is the knowledge that others are living their lives in happiness.

No doubt, the school is much more beautiful than that in the old days, and I don’t remember some of my teachers’ names, however, I find that I am much familiar with the school camp. It makes me puzzled if I still study in it.

In retrospect, there were happiness and pains. We went through all of them, and then grew into adults.