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Reflection
English Section
BUDDING POETS OF SAI ANGAN
Students of class-II were introduced to rhyming words and they were asked to frame their own rhyming
words. Using those rhyming words they were able to create lovely short poems. Here are some creative
poems framed by the students.
Cool,pool,tool,fool
Sanvi Mohanty Class- 2D Admn no. 4668
There is a pool,
Which is very cool.
There are some tools,
And you are a fool.
Sunny ,bunny, funny,
It is so sunny,
And I have a bunny,
Which is so funny.
Sunday, Sunday
Anshuman Padhi
Class- 2 F
Admn no. 4882
Sunday , Sunday, Sunday is a funday.
I like to play on Sunday,
So ,Sunday is my favourite day,
As no studies in our way.
My Family
Arindita
Class- 2 I
Admn no. 6053
My sister is tall,
She likes to play with dolls.
My father likes to eat carrots ,
But, I like to play with my parrot.
My father is fat,
He doesn't like cats.
My mother likes fairy lights,
Which are very bright.
My mother is talking,
While she is walking.
My sister likes the colour grey,
And always likes to spray.
My sister has powers,
She likes to put powers.
PARAGRAPH WRITING
Students of Class-II were introduced the concept of paragraph writing.The topic of their first paragraph was “My
School”. These are few beautiful write-ups by the students.
My School
Aditya Rath
Class:II-D
Admn no.:3644
My school’s name is Sai Angan. My school has a big building with courtyard in the middle. I am studying
in standard II-D. Other children also go to school for studies and to gain knowledge. My school looks
like a Disney world. They have multi colour conical slopping roofs on top of the castle towers. We play
games like karate, football, cricket and athletics. There are three swimming pools in our school. There
are many classrooms, laps and one cafeteria. There are many subjects in our school. There are lockers.
Our school is the best school ever.
My School
Priyanck Agrawal
Class:II-C
Admn no.:8267
I study in Sai Angan. It is the largest play school of our country. We have very good teachers. I study in
standard II. Our school has classes from play group to standard III. Many children study in our school.
Children from far country come to our school. It is in Bhubaneswar, Odisha. There are many activities in
our school. I think my school is the best school.
A Class Activity-Chain Story
Created By Class IX H
A collaborative story written by the entire IX H class.This was created as a chain story activity in which
the students contributed one sentence each
Once upon there were two friends. They were schoolmates. One was poor and the other was rich . They
helped each other. They were best friends.
One day there was a point of time where their lives changed completely. One of the fathers got a
transfer, so they were separated. The rich one went to Jupiter for higher studies . The poor one could not
afford to go . So he had to stay back. They very well knew that their life would be without each other . The
parent could not afford . One day the poor child got an offer to go to Jupiter . It was an educational trip.
They went to the museum but there the poor child lost his way. He was looked for but was not found. His
friend was nowhere to be found. He was found in the car park. The poor boy heard someone crying . As
he went to the source- roof. He found a peron dancing on the roof. He was a man with thin moustache. He
helped him to support. He was surprised to see who he helped. He realised that it was his friend . The poor
friend and the rich friend talked .The poor friend hugged him not realizing it was his friend . He took him
home and treated him well . The poor boy asked him to come back to earth but he refused because he
found Jupiter more peaceful as compared to Earth. The rich man was disappointed after some days and
came back to earth. Both of them grew up . One became a business man and the other murderer. The poor
one became a business man and the other a murder.
Butterfly
Sanvi Patnaik (V-F) Admn No-4369
Once a butterfly was hungry,
It flew and sat on a tree.
The trees were laden with fruits and flowers,
It sucked nectar for hours and hours.
When the butterfly was satisfied,
It took a leap and flew to the sky.
A strong wind blew from the mountain,
Its tender wings fluttered with pain.
It somehow managed to escape,
But its wings were in bad shape.
The butterfly was again hungry and weary,
When it reached a flower, it became very merry.
My Family
Mother and father are teachers of life,
They give us love to lead our life.
Parents are kind and caring,
They are so affectionate and loving.
Grandparents are sweet and talkative,
They make our lives fun to live.
Grandparents spend time with us,
They also play with us.
This is the best family I have got,
I love my parents and grandparents a lot.
Saioneers’ creativity showcased in the classroom inspired by Global Studies activities.
Mr Car model
Vaibhav Pattnaik
Class V G
Admin No-3052
We were shown a video in our Global Studies class about
Junjie a little boy who made a boat out of waste things like pieces of thermocool, plastic bottles, Battery
etc.I got motivated after that and tried to make a model car.My car can move in water as well as land.I felt
very happy creating that.This is my best model.The mechanism of this model car is simple and easy to be
operated.I thank my teacher for guiding me.
A model fan made out of waste product
Pranav Panda VG Admin No 2418
Snehansh Dash VG Admin No-4611
Tanish Aryan V G Admin No-1529
We were very much inspired by our Global Studies teacher Jayashree
Ma’am after she had shown the short film Junjie’s story about how a
little boy could make a boat out of waste materials.We a group of
three friends decided to make something similar.We decided to make
a fan that would work.So we collected some old materials from home
like 9V batteries,a toy fan,a DC motor and four bottle caps and a
switch.It took us around four days to make the model.It was difficult but when it started working we were
very delighted and so also our parents and family.We felt it was an achievement.Other students in our
class also got motivated to do models out of waste products available at home.
MY TEACHER
SHAGUN SAMANTARAY
Class-- VIII ADMN NO.: 2987
Our teacher is our second mother
Who helps and keeps us always together
Caring, sharing and many other things,
She also teaches us to fly with our wings.
Games, subjects, music and dance has different teachers
They all together give us many features
They also help us and give us shade.
All the teachers in our school
Make us learn all the rules
Sometimes cafeteria sometimes library,
They even calm us when we are scary.
From playgroup to class five
New and good teachers always arrive
She is very beautiful and lovely
She is even caring and friendly.
She always writes and writes
But never allows quarrels and fights
The last thing I want to say
The best thing in the world is a teacher
because she gives us rays.
MY TEACHER
SYED AYASH ALI
ADMN NO.: 3283
A teacher is a person who will guide us
When we don’t know what to do
They can help us solve our math problems
And become a good person too
They are like our friends
So, we can be ourselves around them.
But he wants us to follow the rules
And have order and discipline.
They show us how to solve problems around us,
And tell us to try our level best
They ask us to put our mark on the world
And how to be different from the rest.
Anyone can be a teacher
Because everyone has something to offer
And it can be quite a treat.
A teacher teaches us the unwritten rules of life
And the unasked questions too
Thank you, all my teachers
For whatever you do.
Diffident Therapy
Akanksha Mahapatra
Std-X.F,Admn.No-1222
“Behold the future!”Ms. Eaton exclaimed, as she removed the sheet with a flourish, revealing three
cardboard boxes. Then she laughed probably expecting us to join in but we didn’t. It was a therapy class for
ADHD. There were only three of us besides the teacher. The three cardboard boxes had the numbers 1, 2
and 3 written on them. “Are you excited to know what’s in these?” she chirped. “Nope” the three of us
replied in unison and resumed tapping our feet. Ms. Eaton sighed and walked to the board. She turned to
us with another overtly cheerful expression,“well, we could try something new….but before that repeat
what I said in the beginning of the class.” “Something about humming birds?” Jude asked. (I think that was
last week). “I never talked about humming birds with anyone.” Ms. Eaton stated with a fake smile
plastered on her face (oh). “About …them.” I said gesturing to the boxes. “Great work Cody” she sung out.
“I want you guys to try an activity. Once you get home, imagine your life, five years from now. Once you’re
done come to me, and you’ll get to open one of these” she said flipping the boxes around. All three of
them had future written on their back. She flashed us another grin and asked “Were you listening?”. Me
and Harvey nodded, wasn’t the same for Jude though.
A while later, I was swiveling round in my chair, my knee bouncing relentlessly. Future. I don’t have one.
There’s been precisely 0% improvement in my grades. Eaton’s really cheerful about my improvement at
paying attention, but she’s cheerful about everything. Every time I hold a book, I start daydreaming about
playing guitar. I was good at, well, nothing. That’s it, I’m done. Might as well go to Eaton, and state that I’ve
thrown in the towel. I slowly made my way to her house and walked in through the back door (we could
enter any time for ‘guidance’). I stared at the three boxes presently on her dining table. “You here
already?” I heard her say from behind me. “Ms. Eaton, I…..” “Open box no.2” “Listen, I….” “No.2”. I huffed
and walked over to the boxes. Seriously, we were fifteen. It’s just silly writing future on boxes and making
us open them. How does it help in therapy? I opened the box grudgingly, because Eaton was stubborn. The
box was empty. “Huh” I said looking at her startled. She smiled and walked over. “Your problem Cody, Is
that you’ve got absolutely zero self-confidence. ADHD though incurable, can be reduced. You’ve got great
potential. Grades aren’t everything” “But my future’s still empty” “It isn’t empty; it’s just hidden, because
you’re hell-bent on believing that you’re hopeless.” I looked into the box again; the bottom looked thicker
than the sides. At that I turned it upside down. A piece of cardboard dropped out along with a slip of
paper. I lifted the slip “Barking Hoop Records Talent Hunt?” I asked dumbfounded. The talent hunt was
cool and everything but the participation passes were a steep fetch. The fact that I was holding one was
overwhelming. “I’ve watched you sneak into the music lab afterschool. I might’ve overheard your sessions.
You’re stellar.” She said beaming. I grinned at her. I’ve only dreamt about participating in BHRTH. My
family wasn’t interested in it, and I couldn’t spare its price. “Thanks for this” I said waving the pass. “No
problem, my cousin works for them” she said opening the door. I raised an eyebrow and walked out. A
little way out, I managed to tear my eyes from the pass and barrel down the street.
Quintessence of childhood
Shreyamsi Brahma
Std-VIII-D,Admn no. 8887
A serene semblance, the essence of those days
When ice-cream would be on my face.
Eternally thirsty to travel more.
The aroma of cakes,
Do not fluster me anymore.
Never obliterate those prepossessing days,
Which are beaming like the sun's rays.
My ambition, I could semblance them quantum again.
Nature
Anjelina
Std-X-H
The Sky looks blue and vast,
calling me to swim in it at last,
but I can't move out
for my nest is caged
and keeps me highly bound
I am allowed to fly
to make sure I don't die
but not too far
within the bars
so what is they are bad
and they make me sad
but still I have all that I never had
I am a free soul
who has to play many vital roles
as that a bond man and a Slave
but I am restricted and freedom is all I Crave
I am allowed to squeak
and let the secret leak
for neither can they understand me
nor can they feel
I do all I want
amidst there taunt
For they know what I want
and that I can't disobey there daunt
So what if there bad
and they make me sad
but I still have all that I never had
the sky still continues looking vast
calling me to swim in it at last
but I can't move out
For my nest is out but keeps me tightly bound
They feed me what they can
But just with a few drops of bane
there kind to let me use the things
but only at the cost of my Wings
so what if they are bad
and they make me sad
but I still have all that I never had.
REASON for a Reason
Pratyush Das Std- VIII-F,Adm. No.3167
In this busy world,
I too am a bird of the same cage ,
I too work hard to achieve something,
To be a name in this world,
I too take part in the race of life,
In hope of someday I would shine like star
In this world u run and run,
When u stop - u are stamped by someone else
No one waits for u.
In this long run, I lost my smile - I lost myself in the targets of the office , in the expectations of the world.
HAPPINESS did not come for any reason in my life - it was no more my part.
I worked and soon reached mid life crisis.
But I hated retirement, I hated work , I hated LIFE.
One day I passed by an old man who had nothing,
Nor a house, nor a work nor a life to live.
BUT one thing he had - the smile on his face on seeing the first bloom on his pot, the smallest pot I had
seen.
He had no reason , still he smiled,
His wrinkles erased,
And he still lived his old childhood.
There was no reason for being happy,
When I asked him why to be happy in such a small thing,
He said " Young man, there shouldn't be any reason for a reason that gives happiness, I have nothing to
give but everything to take - I drink my life to every drop of it ".