At the School of Creative Learning, a name so apt,
An extra edge given, that makes us feel wrapped.
Teaching us the usual, but creativity unique,
Waste materials used, in ways so chic.
Either it was making drawing from letters or numbers
Or memorising things using stories or pictures
Creativity within, but it taught many ways,
The teachings I got, now benefits me in everyday days.
Failures were the stepping stones,
To success and brighter zones,
I took part & failed at every sport
My confidence shattered , my spirit caught
But SCL taught me a valuable lesson
That failure is not the end, but a valuable progression
Sports was not my forte,
But I learned to explore and create.
Though I may not be an athlete,
But from anchoring to dancing I have other skills that I can meet,
Memories of Olympiads, medals won with pride,
Techniques of Vijoy Prakash sir, still abide
Principal Aunty, epitome of confidence and poise,
Her independence and strength, a sight to rejoice.
Addressing teachers as "Aunty", a gesture of love,
A connection felt, like a dove.
15 years I spent within those walls,
With friends and teachers, laughs and falls,
My only school......(continued)
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