With the motive to generate interest and to impart knowledge about celebrating Indian customs and traditions, Basant Panchami was celebrated in Central Public School with great zeal and enthusiasm today. It was presided over by the director of the school.
On the day, all the students and staff members came in yellow dress. The school building was decorated with yellow ribbons, balloons, flowers and streamers. [Read more...]
Ryan International School, Udaipur conducted an educational trip to Bank of Baroda for young Ryanites where they learned about Money and Savings from Sr. Branch Manager who taught the children how to save their money.
Many primary students commented that they save their money in piggy banks. They were informed about the deposit and transaction procedures in the banks and about the ATM machine which became the main center of attraction for the little ones.
Ryan School specially focuses on two major aspects:
Teaching Money @ Home
Teaching Money @ School
Teaching Money @ School: Teaches students about how to count money and what the different coins represent. In the Montessori curriculum, we extend this idea further into the Bank Game where they can learn while they play.
Teaching Money @ Home: We ask parents to open their wallets and purses and show the various denominations of currency which help them to get a better understanding of money. During the trip, students were familiarized more closely with the products and services offered by the bank.
One, One, One,
Let’s eat a bun.
Two, Two, Two,
Cow says moo, moo, moo.
Three, Three, Three,
How big tree.
Four, Four, Four,
Open the Door.
Five, Five, Five,
Let’s go for a drive.
Six, Six, Six,
Get the screw fix.
Seven, Seven, Seven,
I win, I win, I win.
Eight, Eight, Eight,
A large gate.
Nine, Nine, Nine,
A tree of a pine.
Ten, Ten, Ten,
It’s a cartoon of a ben.
This poem is written by Rizwana Asif Hussain. She is 9-year-old, studies in 3rd class at The Study, Badi. She is daughter of Asif Hussain and Rehana Hussain..
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I have a lot of power,
Enough to destroy a sky touching tower.
I can stop a train,
And have an active brain.
I can hold ten elephants in one hand
And can play a one man band.
I never fall sick
Or get hurt by a toothpick.
The most difficult subject History,
For me is no big mystery.
For I can time travel
And can crush gravel.
I love ice-cream
And I like to day dream.
Oh no! I forgot to do my homework,
About where the storks lurk.
Will you help me complete it?
If you don’t I will have a fit
This poem has been written by Taher Kagzi. He is 10-year-old,studies in 6th class at The Study school, Badi. Taher is son of Saleh Mohammed and Mariya Kagzi.
Teachers are the best
They help us when we want them
They correct the mistakes
We have done
They give us knowledge
They protect us from danger
They are with us in every way
They are with us everywhere
They are with us every time.
This short caring and loving essay has been written by Muskan Drabla.
She studies in class 7th at Seedling Modern Public school.
Raining, it’s raining,
It’s raining all the day,
Raining, it’s raining.
We can’t go out to play.
But flowers will grow
And we will too,
There’ll be plenty to drink
For me and you.
Raining, it’s raining
But we won’t be sad today
We must be happy and
Not sad on a rainy day.
This poem is written by Bhumit Joshi. Bhumit is a cute boy, who studies in Seedling Modern Public school. He is a student of class 1st.
Mom is such
A special to me
The loveliest
I’ve ever heard
A toast to you
Above all the rest
Mom you’re so special
You are simply
The best.
This poem has been written by Shaurya Babel. He studies in Seedling Modern Public school in 1st class. Shaurya is a cute boy.
Saniya Khan is 11-year-old, studying in 6th class at St. Mary’s Convent school. She is daughter of Abdul Alim and Mehraj Khan.
Pulikit Ahuja
I met a lame boy on my trip,
who was in his high spirits,
I enjoyed a lot as well as he,
He became the best friend of me
Half a year passed of that event,
Came a call from one of three new friends,
One of the troop members died of an accident,
I have no idea it he who holded my hand.
Then after a month at a party at my home,
I became the biggest hindsight ever,
When my friend showed the died drown
Horror of which I thought never
The only angel of my life has gone,
And left me here to mourn.
Pulkit Ahuja is in class X, he is son of Mamta and Deepak Ahuja, Pulkit studies in Delhi Public School, Udaipur
Saurabh Rathore
You are like a flower,
Which is ours.
How your looks would be,
If we could only see.
We love your voice,
But some people think its noise.
If you teach for a minute,
We feel love in it.
When you give us a touch
Our happiness become more than much.
Our favourite guide,
From any difficulty we will never hide.
If god will give us a chance to ask something,
We will pray god to give you everything.
You are like our mother,
Who always bother.
And we can never tell how close you are,
May be near but seems so far.
Suarabh Rathore is a student of class X, he is son of Sangeeta and Narpat Kumar Rathore
