Weekly Featured Contents Week 13:- Edition 01:- Back to High School

Hello Assalamu Alaikum First of all I would like to thank the hive Learners community who gave me the opportunity to go back to my school life. The days of school life are not easy to forget and those days never come back. Life is like a very innocent life no matter what. Let's start talking.

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Name of my school: Bangladesh Kriya Shiksha Sansthan (BKSP).
Roll: Cricket 442.
Year of admission: 2005.

Bangladesh Kriya Shiksha Sanstha is not only in Bangladesh, it is the only institution in Asia where sports and education are taught at the same time. All the great players of Bangladesh have come out of this BKSP and they have all studied in BKSP and I am proud that I am a student of this institution although I could not do anything so good.

Our daily routine:

BKSP is a sports organization so there is a lot of emphasis on sports. Only those who are good at sports are given admission in this institution. I was. It's harder to get admitted here, it's harder to survive here, you have to get up here at 5 in the

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morning, to practice in the morning, first you have to run, land size, one to one and a half hours, then you have to practice on any subject that comes to the cricket

department. There is a football practice practice in the football department. There is a shooting practice on the way. He practices on top of the department that is there. Practice till 8 in the morning. You have to go to school or college for study from 9 in the morning. From there you have to leave at 1 in the afternoon. Practice is done from three to six in the afternoon, especially coaching again from seven to nine, then after nine there is an opportunity to eat and drink and watch TV in the TV room from ten to ten and a half. And in the midst of all this we used to have a lot of fun. In our hostel life we ​​had a holiday on Fridays. On that Friday we played cricket on our verandahs. We played football. What a fun thing. Some people like to be more joking. Some people like to be at home. It's another kind of film that I don't like to share with you. Not like many people. I can't explain what kind of a situation it is. The boy is admitted to the year of basketball. He is much older than us in a big city where he cries a lot for his parents at home every day after he is admitted and we comfort him. We tried to take care of her even though there was a special medical center for us. We took her there. In a word, we lived like a family for as many years as we spent there. Now our little friends who were admitted in BKSP in 2005 are all in good positions now. Many are in the national team. Some are in the army. Some are in the navy.

My biggest accident in school life:

In fact, I am the only one responsible for ruining my life. I am sharing with you today what I have not shared with anyone till today. I was admitted to BKSP in 2005. I played very good cricket as an AJ cricketer.

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My bowling action is followed in different countries, but the question may come to you, you play so well, but why are you reading this online today? Today I share with you the real words of how I failed. Salta was 2009. It was a very important year in my life. I got a chance to play in BKSP team of Bangladesh Premier League in 2009. I started practicing in BKSP team. I was able to get to a better level with the result. They were very optimistic about me, but I poured water on their hopes. One day, a friend of mine took my phone. The friend who gave me my phone and told me another good thing was that it was strictly forbidden to use mobile phone in our bikes, because we used to steal and use mobile phone, so I went to the verandah and quietly asked my friend for the phone. Entered online by phone, since it is very difficult to use the phone in different places, so everyone used to use

the button phone most of the time when I saw those who entered online Touch On the phone, I said, "Friend, open the door. I'm coming. I'll see you. The door can't be opened yet. You can come at any time. You come with this story. We used to come and go. I try to get up on the balcony just like they say I do not realize that it gets wet in the water. I try to get up, then I slip out and fall from the fourth floor to the ground floor. Although there were no major accidents, I survived, but I was killed from the inside. My right hand was completely fractured, my right hand was fractured into small pieces, I still can't talk loudly, I can't run very fast. I fell from the fourth floor and stood up again. Seeing my friend, he was running. He couldn't find the stairs. Seeing my condition, I fell down from the second floor, fell down, picked me up, took me to the medical center and rushed me from our medical center to the Dhaka medical center. Looking at another, no one could believe that since I fell from the fourth floor, could anyone walk from the fourth floor to the X-ray room and a 5-member inquiry committee was formed in our BKSP to find out what really happened to me. Then in the morning everyone came to see me at the medical. I was not in bed. I was coming out to brush my teeth. I was shocked to see this boy. Besides, he started saying that he thinks he has a jinn, he thinks he has a fairy, maybe he wanted to take her away. And after this accident, all the colorful dreams of my life came to an end. An accident becomes a lifelong companion in our life.

Thank you