A Railway station
A Railway station plays an important role in the system of train
communication of a country. It is a place where trains stop to take in and to d
rop down passengers and goods. If it is a big station, it remains busy almost
all the time of the day and night. Every station has one or more platforms for
the passengers in order to facilitate them to get into or to get down from the
train. In every station there is at least a building that usually made of red
bricks which is called station house. The building has several rooms which are
used as a booking office, ticket counters, and waiting rooms for passengers.
Besides, there are rooms for stationmaster rooms for officer on duty and so on.
The stationmaster is all in all in a station. He is assisted by number of other
staffs, railway police and guards. The passengers willing to travel by train
collect their tickets from the ticket counter. The ticket counter generally
opens half an hour before the arrival of the train. When a train arrives the
whole station area turns into a noisy place. Some passengers hurry to get down
from the train, at the same time passengers waiting for the trains want to get
into it. As a result, a collision of two groups of passengers often takes
place. In this time coolies are also found busy carrying luggage’s of the
passengers. As soon as the train leaves, the station sinks into silence and
turns into a deserted place.
School
Magazine
A school
magazine is a periodical published by the students and the teachers of a
school. The aim of this publication is to encourage young learners to flourish
their dormant talents and creative faculties. It contains stories, poems,
articles, jokes written by students and teachers. Different school activities,
which earn name and fame of the school, are also published with colorful
pictures. For publishing a magazine a committee is formed. Under the guidance
of a teacher, some selected students work as editor and designer. They collect
different articles from the students and select on basis of artistic excellence
to be published in the magazine. It needs a lot of efforts of the students and
teachers to publish a magazine and while doing it the students learn how to
work in a team. The young writers get immense pleasure and confidence when they
can see their writings in print. It encourages them to be a writer in future.
They also preserve the magazine with great care as it portrays their own lives
and they can carry the memory of their beloved school with it. So a school
magazine bears great importance in every educational institution.
My First Day at
School
Now I am in class VII but my first day at the school is still
fresh in my memory because the day was difficult and also enjoyable for me. The
date was 8th January when I was
given admission and got admitted in the school in class I. At that time I was
six years old and I was going to school with my father in a rickshaw. After 20
minutes we reached out school gate. I was charmed to see the buildings,
students and others of the school. After sometimes my father took me to the
headmaster’s room. Gradually, my heart beat became fast. But his smiling face
and gentle words put me at ease. He asked me my name and I told him my name.
Then he pointed to a letter chart and asked me to say some letters. I could say
them all. The headmaster then called a teacher to take me to my class. He
welcomed me and gave me a seat in the class room. When I entered into the class
everyone looked at me with great interest but they received me warmly. I felt
very happy. After that period the boys of my class made fun of me and
pulled my cheeks. I got annoyed and I told this to the teacher. She said that a
brave boy always faced whatever came in his way so I shouldn’t cry. From this
speech I got courage. Then I became quite normal and stopped crying. I even made
a few friends and everything became all right. But 8th January I still remember, the first day at
my school.
My Parents
Our
parents are only the source of our existence on earth. Our life on earth would
be impossible without their loving care and affection. They are our best and
closest guide and well-wishers. My parents are parents with all the qualities
of parents. My parents are Md. Sholiman Hossain and Shafaly Begum by names. My
father is now fifty. He is an M.A. He is a teacher of a local premier college.
He is a teacher of the first water. He is also a reputed author. He is a man of
great personality. He maintains our family decently. He spends a lot of our
education. He is always on good terms with his colleagues and neighbors. He is
very honest, gentle, sincere, dutiful and well-behaved. My mother is about
forty. She is an S.S.C. She is an ideal housewife. She is very polite,
affectionate and intelligent. She loves us very dearly. She manages our family
nicely. She is very religious minded and neat and clean. I am very proud of my
parents.
My Best Friend
We may be able to have a hundred or a thousand friends,
or even more. But there is only one friend who really has loyalty on us if we really
think about it, that is best friend. My best friend is my best partner for
living my life. I am lucky enough to have true friend like ----------. I value
his friendship. He is really a true friend. We both are class fellows for last
four years. ---------- has many qualities of head and heart. He is an ideal
student. He is very punctual in coming to school. He completes his home task
regularly. His books and exercise note-books are very clean. Moreover he has a
very good handwriting. His behavior is a model for other students. He is very
polite, good mannered and sweet tempered. He never promises anything wrong to
others. I have never seen him losing his temper. He always tries to learn from
others. He is always helpful to others in their time of need and never feels
them to be obliged. He has a sound mind in the sound body. He takes part in
other activities of the school. He is very good player of cricket. He is a
friend in need. All these qualities of --------- make him an ideal friend. I am
proud of him.
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