About My Home Essay Writing

There is a saying that school is the second home and the teachers are the second mothers or fathers. And that it should be true for everyone who is at school. I am new to my school, yet I felt I belonged there already. In my previous school, there are only a few of us and we are like one big family. Here in my new school, I now belong to a bigger community and I think a bigger family but still the teachers are the same.

They are like mothers and fathers to me. Everyday I am learning to be somebody someday. My teacher helps me learn the things I need to learn to become a responsible citizen of the country. Just like my mother who is teaching me to always do good and strive for excellence, my teachers are doing the same. In my family, there are only two of us kids, me and my sister. At school, I have lots and lots of brothers and sisters.

They are my classmates and schoolmates. They make me happy. I play with them. They play with me. After school is over for the day, we rush to the ground floor so we can have more time to play before my mother picks me up. At school I learned to connect with my teachers and classmates. It is one of the wonderful times of my life. Everyday, I find more friends. School gives me lots and lots of opportunities, to be good and to do what is good. It helps me become more confident with myself. School does not only help me learn things but teaches me to do things.

We have co-curricular activities. In my school I joined the Teatro Club. Our moderator told us we’re going to watch movies and learn to act. I am so excited. My loving and caring teachers give me inspiration to give my best. I am learning happiness here in my second home like in my own home where I am happy too. I know I will always cherish every moment in my school life. I will never forget everything that happened here and may yet still happen. Only in the school as my second home I get more excitement everyday. And I look forward to everyday of my school life.

Home is the place where we are born and live. It is the sweetest place in the world. When we sense danger elsewhere we find safety in our home. When there is joy, we share it with other members of our home. Everybody loves home. For this reason are English poet has written:

"Home, home, sweet home,

There is no place like home."

My home is situated in the middle of the village. There are six members in our family. They are my father, mother, grand-father, grand-mother, my sister and myself. I am the second and the youngest child of my parents. So, being the youngest member, I enjoy love and affection of all. My father is an advocate. My mother is a teacher. She works in the Primary School in our village. My sister is a student. She reads in Women's College. My grand-mother and grand-father love my parents. I am their favourite grand son.

We live in a thatched house. The house indicates the simplicity of our family. It has mud walls. There are four rooms excluding the drawing room and the kitchen.

My parents share the room adjoining the kitchen. My grand-mother and grand-father share the room near the drawing room. Another room is used as the store room. There is a spacious courtyard. We have also a cowshed with two cows and a little calf.

I respect my parents and old grand-parents. I always obey their commands. My mother and grand-mother do not like to part with me for a moment. When I go to school, my grand-mother accompanies me up to the school. She waits for me at the school gate during the last period.

My mother cooks food for us. As she is a teacher, she prepares food in the morning and preserves it properly for lunch. My sister who stays in the college hostel often comes and helps my mother in her work. I sometimes play interesting jokes with my grand-father and grand-mother.

I am very fond of our garden. I water the flower plants at my leisure. When my grand-father goes to the cowshed, I go with him. I often kiss the little calf. When someone of my home falls ill, I take proper care.

My uncle comes to our family every month. He brings sweets for me. Sometimes the friends of my father come and take dinner here. My father is a good host. On my birthday my mother invites other teachers of her school. They all come and share the joy with us.

All the villagers respect my home. They say that ours is an ideal home.



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