Our classroom is on the first floor. It is known as the Music Room because once it was used for music lessons. At that time pictures of famous musicians and various instruments which we are supposed to know well, were hung up on the walls and notice-boards. Of course, a piano couldn’t be exempted.
On one side is the teachers’ room. Peeping into this for the slightest unguided moments, to form the most scandalous gossip, is our favorite pastime. Behind the other wall is the upper level of the school auditorium.
There are 32 desks in our classroom, placed in six rows leaving two extra ones in the sixth row. The teacher’s desk does not stand on a platform.
There is also a bookcase in front of the classroom. On top of it stands a statue of the Blessed Virgin. Once or twice during the week the girls would pick a handful of roses from their garden, or, more often still, from some unconscious benefactors’ garden, to put before her. If you should look around at the walls, you will see a crucifix in front, just above the blackboard. Jesus looks sadly yet tenderly at us each day, reminding us of His immeasurable love for each one of us, and that we must not forget to say our morning, afternoon, and after-school prayers.
This is our classroom. Perhaps it is no better than any other in the building, and to visitors, no different from the rest. Yet, to the 32 of us who may not even occupy it for more than a year, we love it and we are proud to be in it.
