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CELEBRATING GOD%u2019S GOODNESS 231It is a place we learn new things,And embrace the wonderful learning swing.%u201cTeachers teaching,%u201d whispers every door,And the tables banging are heard like a stressful shore.Children playing on the ground,Laughter is heard like an endless sound.Clarence is celebrating the joy of 110 years,And we all have our happy tears.In halls where dreams and laughter blend, We celebrate a journey without end. For 110 years, we've stood so tall, Thanks to the Redwood brothers, who inspired us all.With vision and passion, they laid the ground, A place of wisdom where joy is found. From humble beginnings, our spirit grew, Nurturing minds, both old and new.With every lesson and friendship made, A vibrant community, in memories laid. So, here%u2019s to the past and the years yet to come, In our hearts, this school will always be home.M. F. ShezaClass 9CA Five-Year-Old%u2019s FearI was a star%u2014the smartest, cutest, most confident five-yearold you could come across. Well, at least at EuroKids. I loved my school, its teachers and my classmates. Making friends was never a problem for me. That was, until I joined Clarence High School. New faces, no friends, giant buildings that made me realise how tiny I was and, to make matters worse, no mummy and daddy! This was too much for a five-year-old to go through. I remember my first day at Clarence. It was so eventful!I was put in %u2018Prep A%u2019 and my class teacher was Mrs. Cherian. Five-year-old me walked into the classroom, holding my father%u2019s hand and refusing to let go. Then Mrs. Cherian walked towards us with a smile, told my father not to worry and with one swift movement pulled me away from my father and took me to my desk. I was a crying mess. There were tears all over my face and Mrs. Cherian%u2019s shoulder. She made me sit on her lap and consoled me, saying that my parents would be back to pick me up in some time. For me, %u2018some time%u2019 sounded synonymous with %u2018an eternity%u2019. Despite Mrs. Cherian%u2019s efforts, I would not stop crying. Then it struck me%u2014my sister would visit the washroom during the short break! Five-year-old Shruthi stopped crying and started to plan her escape. As soon as the siren sounded for the short break, I ran to my class teacher and told her that I really needed to use the washroom.