My Dream Classroom

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 Parent's note: Below is a piece written by Shaivi, to be submitted as part of her homework.


I do not like school. School is always so boring, and the teachers are mostly strict. But, I would like to go to school if a few changes were made. Here is how I would want my classroom to be.

It would be fun if there were no school uniform, and the desks floating in the air. There would be a wooden box attached to the desk so that we could keep our bags, and ladders to go to the desks. There would be a huge black cloud instead of a blackboard, and 10 colours of never ending chalk. The desks would have a section inside which had a supply of things that were needed for crafts, paintings, some books, and other boredom busters. The walls would be decorated with jokes and riddles that changed every day.

I wish that when Coronavirus would be over and schools will have started, the classrooms would transform something like this.



Manuscript of Shavi's essay

(I hope the teachers are listening)


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