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Time, please slow down

NGUYEN NGOC LAN DUONG (Grade 9B, Cam Vu Secondary School, Cam Giang) November 24, 2024 09:12

Time runs forever, silence is just like a blink of an eye that we pass by without knowing.

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Someone said: "Time creates everything but also changes everything". Time runs forever, silence is just like a blink of an eye that we pass by without knowing.

Perhaps, when we go through a long journey of life, we suddenly realize how far away time has been! Is it the change of time that makes us want to go back to look and immerse ourselves in memories? It is true, for me - a senior student, I wish even more to immerse myself in the beautiful memories of my school days.

I am feeling nostalgic for school, even though I am still here, right in the middle of my school in the chilly early winter.

Winter has come. Every morning, opening my eyes is greeted by a light mist and a cool north wind that caresses my skin. That day, I arrived at school earlier than usual. Putting my bike in the shed, I went out to look at the school. Almost every day in class, I focused on my books, rarely having the opportunity to look at the school that I had been attached to for four years. While looking at the school in winter, I recalled the beautiful memories at school.

I remember in 6th grade, when I was still shy and hesitant to step into Cam Vu Secondary School, not having time to adapt to the new school, the Covid-19 pandemic hit. I couldn't go to school, nor could I make many new friends. I got to know the class and the teacher through the online opening ceremony. It felt like we were shy and timid preschoolers when we first entered 1st grade, confused about how to greet each other, confused about how to introduce ourselves or how to get to know each other.

Oh my! Just looking at each other and talking through the screen made me shy and hesitant, I didn't think about how I would feel when the school started in person. But when I looked at the faces of my teachers and friends, somehow I didn't feel strange anymore. I was eager to see those dear faces, not just through a screen. After the pandemic, I was able to go to school, the joy was greater than I had expected.

Memories continue to flood back to meaningful flag-raising hours. Every time the national anthem plays, the blood in my body becomes warm, my heart vibrates. While humming loudly, I immerse myself in the heroic melody to feel the love for the Fatherland filling my veins. I secretly think how happy I am to be born in a land with heroic historical stories. If there is an afterlife, I still want to be Vietnamese, a child of red blood and yellow skin, to live in love, to feel simple and familiar things.

After the national anthem was the warm advice from the principal. He always did this before every week to encourage us in our studies. Not only that, he always advised us to be conscious and civilized people in society. Those advices were soon engraved in my mind and I always took them as a goal to reach. Perhaps this was a very meaningful lesson and made me most excited. For a 9th grader like me, looking at the school I had been attached to for four years, everywhere was filled with memories. During the four years of study, I knew all the teachers. I really liked and admired each one.

First of all, the most impressive person must be my homeroom teacher - who has been with me for four years. She is a talented and ambitious literature teacher. She has ignited in me a strong love for literature. Before, I had a hard time identifying my strengths and weaknesses, as well as which subjects were my real strengths and passions. She was the one who suggested the path, led me to literature, broke all my hesitation and worries to determine my purpose of studying. It can be said that to create me - a person who loves literature and has a strong passion for literature, the greatest effort must be given to her, without her, I could not have created the person I am today.

Ms. Thao, the math teacher, also left a deep impression on me. She always enthusiastically taught us each difficult math problem until her voice was hoarse but she still smiled.

And the teacher of civic education, Ms. Thuy, my biggest impression of her was really through her inspiring lessons. Just listening to her speak, I thought I had found the moral treasure of humanity. Her teachings gave me many valuable lessons to learn for myself. And the other teachers, each one left an unforgettable impression on me.

In just a few months, I will grow up and leave this school, teachers and friends. For me, nothing is more precious than time right now. So time, please slow down so that I can be loved and loved more, study and try harder. Time, please slow down so that I can be with my teachers and friends in this beloved school.

The cool breeze blows the banyan leaves like leaf boats on the school yard. Someone is absent-mindedly watching the leaf boats. Do you also let your memories drift into the leaf boats like me?

NGUYEN NGOC LAN DUONG (Grade 9B, Cam Vu Secondary School, Cam Giang)
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