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My school life is over….No Hurrah, I am truly SAD!

 



One student said... 

“My final paper, My last day in uniform. I couldn’t even bid a heartfelt goodbye to my closest friend from grade one. The police uncle rudely asked us to “GO AWAY,” like we were a bunch of criminals. Outside, I was strong, but inside I was crying. 13 years of bliss just disappeared.” 

360,000 students sat for their A/L exams this year, thus ending their school life spanning more than a decade. 

All these students ended their happiest period of their life in a subdued state. Initially, their final school term was abruptly cut short. Eventually when the examinations were held, they were in centers guarded like prisons, not as scheduled, but in October and November with many uncertainties. Until the last day, they were not sure if it would end as planned. When it was ultimately held, a haphazard curfew was in place. Many did not know how they were to reach the examination, with scarce transport facilities.

Many of these students are to face uphill tasks. Trying to find proper employment, indulging in higher studies during these days of doom with parents who have either lost their jobs, salaries, and revenue or with a meagre income is obviously a challenge. The mental trauma would have been unbearable to these children, who were to end a joyful stretch of their life happily and embark into an enigmatic future.

When we were finishing our school education, we were with happiness, laughter, and tears of Joy. But now it’s more like; only sad tears. 

Therefore, if anyone out there is looking to give any sort of assistance, please do keep these guys in your thoughts. 

The A/L batch of 2020 deserves a little (if not more) ……..Respite.

 -          From a DAD

 

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