I sprung out of bed, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, all excited and rapturous about the fact that I would go to school today, for the first time in a long while. I felt euphoric about the fact that I would finally see my teachers again, after the unfortunate events we
had to go through in 2020. So, I guess I was rather excited.

Upon entering the street where our school gate is, I saw so many students that I honestly felt weary. Especially since I got used to seeing 30-40 students at a time. The welcome we received was heartwarming and I think the other students were ecstatic about returning to school as well. I felt nostalgia coursing through my veins, after seeing the familiar, yet foreign sight of students filling the hallways.

Sitting in class, I reminisced on how not long ago, we were confined within the four walls of our homes. In a matter of days, the area of Greater Male was thrown into a lockdown due to a seemingly innocuous virus, the Covid-19 that brought the world down to it’s knees.

And none of us, could attend school. It didn’t take long for my sleeping schedule to get messed up. As someone who craves socializing, there were many days where I felt quite forlorn, and watched television with nothing to do.

When online classes began, I was quite skeptical at first. I was doubtful whether I would actually learn anything. Sure enough, it was harder to pay attention in class as I was only listening to lessons on a screen. In physical classrooms, it was much easier to concentrate and do the work as well. Being in a physical classroom also meant that the teachers would find it easier to clarify our doubts.

Unfortunately, due to problems such as having internet issues, it was harder for the teachers and students to do anything. I think the teachers deserve some credits as they worked tirelessly to make the lessons as interesting as possible for us. I think we all unanimously agree that