Youth under one roof

At that school, I received attentive care from both teachers and students. At that school, I learned how to write my first sentences.

In the first Literature test, Ms. Anh Minh gave the topic "Write about the person you love the most". I searched through all the reference books I had but couldn't find any such article.

So I thought about my mother and wrote as my emotions flowed. After finishing writing, I didn’t dare to read it again. I submitted it to the teacher, but I was still afraid of getting a bad grade.

When the teacher handed out the papers, I unexpectedly got the highest score and was praised by her in class. I was so happy that I was on the verge of tears. When I went home and showed my essay to my mother, she also cried after reading it.

That gave me the confidence that I could write and I was determined not to touch sample writing anymore.

Under that roof, I learned about mistakes and self-correction.

One time I talked in class and it was written in the attendance book. Mr. Hoa, the homeroom teacher, asked to invite my parents to meet him.

Hearing the invitation from the parents, I wrote a letter of apology to the teacher and the class with all my sincerity, including a poem.

The teacher received the letter, read it, smiled, and said in front of the class that he would forgive me. I am very grateful for his understanding and tolerance.

At that school, I learned from many teachers with different teaching styles but all were wonderful. Mr. Tho taught Physics with endless jokes. Mr. Long taught Chemistry with a dignified demeanor. Ms. Thu Phuc taught English with profound professional knowledge and a gentle way of communicating.

Most especially, I remember Ms. Nguyet Thanh, who was dedicated and always devoted to her students. Each of her classes was like an hour of soul-opening.

In the soul of every student of our generation today, more or less, has been nurtured by her teachings.

Under that school roof, not only teachers, I also have many memorable friends.

I remember those rainy days when the parking lot behind the school was flooded with water and mud, and the bikes were covered in red dirt. Some of my friends even fell down and got their stuff all wet. It was hard work, but now I can’t forget it.

I miss the handwritten letters from my juniors, the letters from far away sent to the school library. Back then, I was on TV so many friends knew me, sent me letters to get to know me and now I still have hundreds of those letters.

I miss the first feelings of love from a look, a glance. Those feelings are still pure and innocent because I never dared to meet and talk, let alone hold hands...

Twenty-five years have passed, from a young man with green hair, now with gray hair, many valuable memories but I cannot imagine them all because over time the marks have faded.

But anyway, my heart will always belong there, the place where I first stepped into life with so many beautiful memories of my youth.

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