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Online Classes


You know that we're stuck in this lockdown. So we have online classes. 

June 8th was our 3rd grade opening day. I couldn't wait to meet my teachers and friends! But I just had to turn my video on, sit quietly in one place and keep my mic muted. The others were happy unmuting their mics, shouting loud. But as days passed by, things got calm and I got the hang of these online classes. 

We have classes in Microsoft Teams, which is an app. It is hard to concentrate with my younger sister, as she always shouts, sits on my lap, sends messages in the Activity or Teams corner. 

The fun part is we get to change our backgrounds. Some teachers keep quizzes online, send slides and even record classes.

 I feel happy because I'm with my parents but sad too, as I can't meet my friends, teachers and I can't play with my friends in our playground. I miss the sound of our school bell. 

We  used to share snacks  and lunch at school but not now, 'cause it's online. We don't get to slide, run around the corridors chasing each other. I miss our teachers' beautiful colourful sarees. Virtual school is not as much a fun as the real school.

Sometimes we must upload our work in assignments or in One-Note. Will this last forever? No! We will fight this Corona and get back to our real school soon. 

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  1. T.SrinivasanSeptember 26, 2020 at 6:53 PM

    What a beautiful write up.
    The flow of thoughts and the way in which the write up was presented was excellent. Keep it up Shriyandhaa. Keep writing

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  2. T.SrinivasanSeptember 26, 2020 at 8:29 PM

    Shripradhaa really you are rocking while writing. I can understand you children's feeling of missing school admosphere from your writing. Let us pray for every thing to become normal and you children to enjoy your schooling

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  3. Priya RajeshSeptember 27, 2020 at 8:09 AM

    Super Shriyan 👌 missing teacher's beautiful sarees😂 sema!! Have fun at home dear!! Write more!!

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