A JOURNEY OF WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

Having got an opportunity to pen my experience and feelings during my service in St. Arnold’s school, I feel honoured and pray earnestly for the Almighty’s blessings on all of us! I was appointed by Fr. Daniel-a man of ideas. Not only he appoints teachers under strict scrutiny but also personally gives them training regarding the basics of the teaching learning process.


My teaching experience has been incredible and I think I have learned as much from the class as the students did. My experience as a teacher over the years has changed my outlook towards education and dealing with students. I realized that every student is unique and no two students react in the same way. It is our task as teachers to find what motivates each student to learn. I learnt that teaching requires not only just reading out notes loud and guiding people through them but also it requires reinforcement, seeking feedback and a million other things that I had never thought of. I see my role as a teacher as being a facilitator for the students learning rather than as a dispenser of knowledge. At all levels, students must be actively engaged in the learning process. I have tried to structure the class room environment so that students can ask questions freely without allowing the class to descend into chaos. Working in groups during practical’s and other activities has helped students to develop their abilities to work together, share strengths and weaknesses and deepen their understanding of concepts through collaboration.


I owe a lot to my colleagues and principals who gave me an incredible amount of assistance and advice, without whom my teaching experience would not have gone as rich as I am contended today as a teacher. In the initial days there were no PET teachers or activity teachers. We teachers took care of everything including parade, sports activities and cultural programmes. Now, as a lot of positive changes are taking place, I hope and pray that all these changes help in better training of the future generation and thus preparing productive citizens who would greatly contribute to the growth of the motherland.

  • Reena Routray
  • M.Sc B.Ed
  • Biology Teacher

RESPECT AND ADMIRATION FOR GRANDPARENTS

If you are lucky enough to have grandparents still, visit them, cherish them and celebrate them while you can.


Grandparents are the older members who are the greatest treasures of the family. They are the most influential and important person in the household. They love us so much and care for us selflessly and endlessly.


Grandparents are known as the root of the family. They are experienced and knowledgeable and share their valuable life lessons to help the newer generations learn and grow. They are the keepers of family history and heritage and they are the great story tellers. The life lessons that grandparents teach cannot be learned by reading any number of books or attending any class. While the parents try to provide all that they can to their kids for their all round development, their growth is incomplete without their grandparents. They are valuable teachers when it is their time to teach. They nourish us with a gentle embrace of love and compassion.


Earlier children got to spend abundance of time with their grandparents, however due to the growing trend of the nuclear family system; they don’t get to see each other as often. So parents should act as the connecting point between grandchildren and grandparents. They serve their children and grandchildren selflessly and help them to become better human beings.


Time spent with grandparents will be cherished forever and this treasured moment will never come back. So, let us respect and admire our Grandparents while they are with us.



  • Sabita Biswal
  • Staff

THREE THINGS IN LIFE

1. Three things in life that once gone never come back. – Time, Words, Opportunity


2. Three things in life that may never be lost - Peace, Hope, Honesty


3. Three things in life that are valuable - Love, Self-confidence, Friends


4. Three things in life that are never certain. - Dream, Success, Fortune


5. Three things that make a person - Hard work, Sincerity, Commitment


6. Three things in life that can destroy a person - Alcohol, Pride, Anger


7. Three things in life that once lost, hard to build-up - Respect, trust, Friend


8. Three things in life that never fail. - True love, Determination, Belief



  • BY BIDUSMITA MAHANTA (STD V `B’)

WORDS BY:PIYUSH BISWAS CLASS – IX

THE FINAL WORDS


  • I don’t care if it will make you angry
  • But I must tell you the truth
  • These are my last words
  • You are a lamp without a wick
  • It tempts me but makes me weary
  • It’s a costly work of art but gives no light
  • And deadens my mind
  • Still I keep it with great care
  • Because I have no other way out
  • I can see nothing in the dark
  • And I dream dreams
  • That conceals my real world
  • You are so hazy
  • When I call you in great adour
  • It sounds like flattery
  • But when it leaves you and goes beyond
  • It becomes a song
  • For one who is yet beyond my reach
  • Probably she will never come
  • Yet enclosed in darkness as you are
  • You only direct me to her
  • Dropping a deadly poison
  • Into the fountain source of my life
  • The weakness that is in my blood, has taken shelter in my heart
  • Like a beast of burden it goes on bearing.

  • Yourself how will you hide
  • Your heart flickers on the lids of your eyes
  • Today you are full of fun
  • With a jewel in your hair
  • And with naughty smiles
  • You have come to the threshold of my heart
  • I am not fooled by your ignoring eyes
  • I am not fooled by your hard hitting words
  • When with your hands strike
  • Will I shed some tears?
  • Don’t think I am so blind
  • You laugh as much as you wish
  • I shall bear it with a smile
  • You had no words
  • Your eyes welled up with tears
  • Your soft body stiffened in fear
  • I saw in your pining look
  • An unending prayer to God
  • I am no fool to tremble in fear
  • When you pretend to chastise
  • You laugh as much as you wish
  • I shall bear it with a smile.

  • Across the vast sea of darkness
  • The lonely girl floats a boat of light
  • And keeps on looking at the sky
  • She knows her mother has gone to heaven
  • She will come back home
  • On the ferry of that light
  • The world is so vast
  • With so many people, so many paths
  • Countries and mountains are many
  • And all of them are unknown
  • In its midst the corner of that small room
  • Where she lives with her brother all alone
  • Can it be seen from the heavens?
  • Does their mother search for them
  • And loses her way among the stars?
  • So her daughter keeps this light
  • For her mother as beacon
  • So she can come to the motherless bed
  • When they are in their sleep
  • To kiss the every night.

HOW I WAS SWINDLED

Long distance train journeys were part of my Army life. If you want to go anywhere in India today, you can fly and be there in two hours, but back then we only had trains to rely on.


Way back in the 90’s once I was travelling down South along with my daughters, they were very young then. My daughters had stocked up on books, chips and fruitcake, because the journey we were making, from the land of the Golden Temple (Punjab) to God’s Own Country (Kerala) used to take three days and three nights back then.


Early one of these mornings when we were in the train, the train pulled into Vizag station. Almost all the passengers were still asleep. I was awakened with the familiar shouts of tea vendors…chai…chai…I’ve always found a hot cup of tea refreshing so asked for one and was soon sipping it. The chai-wala came back to me, he showed a Rs 500 note and asked if I had change. I said “no” and then he went off, only to return after a few minutes.


He asked for change again, for which my reply was no, again. When he went away, I looked in my purse and realised that I actually had enough for Rs 500. To my surprise, he came a third time and started pleading for change. I was softened a bit and gave him the change. He gave a big “thank you” and left quickly. It took a few minutes for me to realise that he never gave me the Rs 500 note before taking the change. Panicked, I started looking for him. He was nowhere to be found. When I reported the matter to the train attendant, he only smiled and asked how much I had lost.


The chai-wala had vanished into thin air and there was absolutely no chance of me finding him again. My Rs 500 were gone; it was a lot of money back then. But this incident doesn’t mean I’d hesitate to help someone if I can, it only means that I’ve always been careful since then and will continue to be so.


But till today, whenever I cross Vizag, I still look into the crowd, hoping to spot that chai-wala who duped me years ago.

  • CicilyPuri (staff)

WORDS BY:Biswajit Das Std-VII


                                  Our School


  • A School in Bhubaneswar,
  • Standing tall and strong
  • For 15 years
  • It has a Founder and Patron
  • The great name,
  • Saint Arnold Janssen
  • The school has a great field,
  • With a platform of protective shield.
  • It has many classes,
  • With different students
  • Of different background.
  • The ambience of the assembly
  • Is like a heaven,
  • Because it is God given.
  • The children are very talented
  • And the sports day is expected,
  • And the gifts are unexpected.
  • The bonds we form, the friends we make
  • The things we need not pack to take
  • The built of skills, the lessons learned
  • The wealth of our respect, hard earned.

My First Day in School

I am K. Maria Mathew of class 9; I would like to share my school experience with you all. When my family newly settled in Bhubaneswar, my parents admitted me in class 1 in St. Arnold’s School in the year 2009. That time we stayed near by the school. The school structure, teachers and all my friends were new to me. Mrs. RajyasreeSamanta was my first class teacher. I felt then she is my second mother. I was unable to cope up with the new surrounding; I used to cry everyday in all the periods. Teachers were really fed up with me. That time, Rajyasree mam told me “Not to cry my dear child, you think me as your mother”. Even now I remember her words. Slowly I became acquainted with all my teachers, and they also loved me very much. During that time, different activities were introduced in our school. My parents joined me in dance activity and our dance teacher was Babusir. I really enjoyed the dance activity with my friends. After many years, now I am in class 9 still my beloved teachers and my friends are here. I like my school, teachers and my dear friends so much. This is one of the unforgettable memories I will ever cherish in my life.

  • K. Maria Mathew – School Flag Holder

A Budding relationship between Arnoldians and Bharatpur

Only a few kilometers from our school is the Bharatpurslum , a world that stands in a complete contrast to our place of learning. We teach and practice the virtues of cleanliness, but last week when we visited Bharatpur we realized up close the difficulties of living in the slum’s milieu.

Pools of stagnant water, clogged drains and heaps of garbage weren’t a welcome sight, neither was the vision of barefoot toddlers playing in the mud in the narrow lanes of this neighbourhood.

Trapped by circumstances, residents of Bharatpur have to often live in cramped spaces, like the family of six we saw that shared a partially-finished single room.

When our manager, Fr. Richard Vaz, announced in the assembly that the school is going to provide a new platform through which students could help the lesser fortunate in the society, it brought out a tremendously positive response from the students. The request for donating ‘ a little from your plentiful’ was well reciprocated by their parents too: the whole of last week food items like sacks of rice and potatoes, cartons of biscuits, etc, alongside usable old clothes kept pouring in. Such was the motivation of one of our students that he went around his colony and convinced people to donate generously towards the cause of helping the poor: he collected Rs 5000/-. Arnoldians clearly stepped up to the challenge of doing what they could with great fervour.

The entire team of teachers of Community Service stepped in next. A meticulous planning and packing of food and clothing was done with the help of student volunteers. On December 9, 2017, a large group of students, 48 boys and 46 girls from Std V – IX, along with the Manager, Principal and a team of teachers went out to the Slum. The Sisters of St Joseph’s, who work for the upliftment of the slum people, welcomed us happily. A huge group of more than fifty families with their little ones and toddlers had gathered in the school campus.

Our students had also gone prepared with a short cultural programme which lifted everyone’s spirits. We were overjoyed when the little ones from the slums also danced to the tune of music; such is the charm of the arts that it touches everyone.

As the students handed over the 100 packets of provisions to the women of the slum, the little ones were given individual packets of biscuits. Their reaction when they realized they had a whole packet to themselves was both sad and heartening. In that moment, our students understood how much they had been blessed in their own lives, and how sharing their blessings could bring them unexpected joys. It was a great teaching moment for the Arnoldians for sure.

Arnoldians with this enthusiasm and spirit are still looking forward to support this underprivileged section of the society by observing a ‘Giving Day’in the school on the first working day of every month towards putting up a crèche and tuition centre in the Bharatpurslums so that tomorrow one of the child among them will spread the light of love, hope and knowledge in the world.


“Never worry about numbers,” Mother Teresa once said. “Help one person at a time, and always start with the person nearest you.” The students of St Arnold’s have started out on this life-changing path.

  • Mrs. CicilyPuri(Community Service Coordinator)

Farewell of class X

Good Afternoon one and all.

I am not standing here in this podium for the first time but for a reason that this speech will be my last speech as a student of St. Arnold’s. Am standing here on behalf of my colleagues to thank all those members of St. Arnold’s who are or the other way have helped us throughout our journey in this school. It may be the teachers, the ayas, bus drivers, security uncles even our Tahir uncle.

I will remember how twelve years ago, a four year old child entered into this mysterious building with water bottle round the neck and tears in her eyes and wanted to go back.

We all were just a shapeless clay to which our teachers molded and gave a shape. Though the strength of our class is very less but the memories are countless. The way we said good morning teacher, the way we used to go for games in our free periods, the way we copied our pr Good Afternoon one and all.

I am not standing here in this podium for the first time but for a reason that this speech will be my last speech as a student of St. Arnold’s. Am standing here on behalf of my colleagues to thank all those members of St. Arnold’s who are or the other way have helped us throughout our journey in this school. It may be the teachers, the ayas, bus drivers, security uncles even our Tahir uncle.

I will remember how twelve years ago, a four year old child entered into this mysterious building with water bottle round the neck and tears in her eyes and wanted to go back.

We all were just a shapeless clay to which our teachers molded and gave a shape. Though the strength of our class is very less but the memories are countless. The way we said good morning teacher, the way we used to go for  ojects and much more memories will cherish even after.

Our school has taught us a lot of things. It has taught us to love and also enjoy winning. Taught us to be gentle with gentle people and tough enough to fight the world. It made us barned enough to step into the real world.

I want to share some of my personal experiences with teacher. They have helped me in my difficult times and I will always remain indebted to them. I remembered when I was a small child. One day I forgot to bring my tiffin and there was one teacher who shared her tiffin with me. She is none other than Gloria mam. How can I forget my class teacher Rajyasree mam. Ten years back, we both started our journey, you were our class teacher and we were the students and after 10 year who, you are the class teacher and we are your same students.

As we will walk out from here the school walls bear the story of the most precious years of our life. Our hearts fi9lled with the best memories we could even make.

There were times we laughed, we cried, we screamed with joy, we participated as a team work together, the feeling of victory, the excitement all these moments we were shared are just priceless.

This day is filled with multi emotions, I feel elated yet happy yet dejected. At last, thank you friends for all the fun, the hilarious laughter and unforgettable moments shared with me. I wish my friends happy adventures, fantastic new friendships, amazing experiences in the future journey of a lifetime. All my teachers took me under their wings and I was always taken care of. This is the tough day for me to say my final goodbyes to all of you. Although we may be separated by time and distance nothing g will diminish the important rule of everyone played in my life spent here. In future, a short walk down into memory lane of my school days will definitely be done.

  • Bansita Swain – Std X