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    My Perspective
    My Perspective
    My Perspective
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    My Perspective

    By Nidhika Dhir

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    My Perspective is a non fiction novel. This book is the work of creativity and is written by nidhika at the age of 17(2013).This book is based on her personal experiences which she had given a different turn and made it her perspective. The novel is about the school students and their perspective. In order to see life from a child's point of view one should get down on their knees and look up at the adults towering above you.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNotion Press
    Release dateOct 23, 2014
    ISBN9789383185092
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      My Perspective - Nidhika Dhir

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      My Perspective

      Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment. Is it? No! My present and my past have taught me something different. I am quite sure that many students of my age dream of something else and they run after something else. I guess same was in my case, I was running after such things that were not meant to be, it was my Cambridge family that taught me how to actually stand on my feet’s. I was a no one in this huge world but Cambridge acted as the bridge between my goals and their accomplishment. Today I can proudly say that I am something even if it’s my small little world. U all must be wondering what I am talking about, so I’ll take u all into my small little and happy world.

      The dread of beating! Dread of being late!

      And, greatest dread of all, the dread of new mates.

      How can I forget my first day in Cambridge.

      I was so excited that I could not sleep that night. Morning I woke up early at 5:00 am and was again and again looking at my school bag and my school uniform. I think it was not because of my excitement to new school but it was my fear of getting scolding on the very first day. Nakodar was the place where I live, a small town. Jalandhar was the place where I had to go for my studies, a city. So I think the change from a small town to a popular city was my fear. Till the time I was able to recover from all this my mother said that let’s go it was the time for your bus. Yes, my school bus. Before this I had never sat in a bus. I was a little afraid, then I meet bhavya and anchal di,

      I guess they were the once having same tension but being elder to me, they guided me for the school and even they helped me to overcome my fear.

      Slowly and slowly old students of the bus started coming and my tension was at heights. I still remember they all were gazing at me and other new students and talking in each other ears. Whole way I was just trying to know what are they talking about, but till now I am not aware. Finally we reached school and all the girls started talking that speak in English. I was so afraid because I dint had the confidence to stand in front of all and speak like all did. With the same tensed mind

      I entered my class; I was looking at everyone with a blank face. Oh thank god! A girl offered me a seat next to her. My first friend in Cambridge, sanjana kumari. She was like a savvier for me, she use to help me with my studies and she was the one who said that don’t worry we all are the same. Whenever I got tensed she use to keep her hand on my shoulder and say why are you sad, everything will be fine just give some time. She was the only one who never laughed at my wrong spoken words in English, rather she use to correct me.

      Then after some time, a teacher entered and gave a warm welcome to all the new students, then all the new students and old students interacted with each other and provided each other with their names. The old students were kind of dominating because they made us feel that they are old and we are new. I use to hate this, but slowly and steadily we all were like a united class. Teachers came and gave us their introduction and principal ma’am was also there at the time of our welcome. Then as the recess bell rang, we rushed out of the class. It was the recess period. The playground becomes the centre of activity. Finding me alone few girls approached me. With them I saw the library and dining hall. In the mean while the bell rang and we were again in the classroom.

      After all the classes it was the time for lunch. Our dining room, all the students assembled their and firstly there was a prayer section and then was the time when we sat down on our chairs and had food. I was full of excitement, and when I reached home I told my mother about each and every incident that happened on my first day of new school. Next day in the class

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