I scribbled on the sheet a couple of times before I could write what I had to. It is impossible to express my exceptionally wonderful six years experience as a proud student of the 'Dhirubhai Ambani International School.' But …. Here goes….

Dear friends, isn't life a strange amalgamation of affairs? I reckon stepping into this school with a lurching heart that implored me to return to my previous school. Well, fortunately I didn't listen and therefore here I am sharing with my fellow students my exhilarating six years' experience.

My parents particularly jumped up with joy when they received a letter claiming that I had qualified to be a student of this school. I wasn't very keen on the news but as the days unfurled, things changed completely. My first step into the school was accompanied by a few kind teachers who ushered me into the auditorium. On approaching the brightly lit classroom, the sight of comforting benches and hordes of teenage students reassured me that I would enjoy school after all. Years passed by within the blink of an eye and here I am in my last few days of school-life, fighting back my tears as I retrospect about how truly wonderful this experience has been.

As I look back, a series of images flashes across my brain displaying the enthusiasm of the spectators and performers of the annual days, the buoyant screams of encouragement during the sports days and the echo of the applause during assemblies. These were the little things that lift the burden of our arduous and cumbersome work. This school teaches something more than bookish knowledge and moulds the thousands of students into better human beings.

On a personal note, I want to share this little thought with you all. "People say that we don't value things until we lose them." Well, the truth is that we do value them, but we never thought that we would lose them. Perhaps with each passing year, there may be bards of students in the same condition I face today, expressing their gratitude towards this school.

Friends! I have made such perky friends in the path of this journey who have always been a pillar of support and encouragement. We, the students of 10-A may have been an impish class and difficult to handle, but we surely will be a class difficult to forget. My mother always told me-"I get goose bumps when I see the entire D.A.I.S on the dais with blissful faces. Now that's called school spirit!"

Today, as I yearn for night school, March-past and field trips, I know it is impossible for me to bring back those days. With each passing second, the time to leave this abode of joy is nearing. I try to optimistic and console myself-"Don't cry because it's over, just smile because it happened." So guys! Let's live these days to the core and fulfill our school's motto-"Dare to dream, Learn to excel!" All I leave behind in this school are my footprints but I take back a wealth of ecstatic memories which will be etched in my heart for eternity.