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„My Class“ by Azra Čaušević, age 9

„My Class“

My class is the best. Not because we have the most top grades or the neatest notebooks, but because we have a teacher who teaches us every day how to be good people. She teaches us about togetherness, equal opportunities, and the importance of respecting and appreciating the differences among people.

In our class, there are children with different family background, speak different languages, and have different customs. Our teacher says that this is our greatest wealth. Sometimes our classmates show us how certain words are said in their language. We listen carefully and repeat them, and we often laugh because we don’t get the pronunciation right at first. Sometimes they even give us a short lesson in their language, so we all become students and teachers at the same time.

Our teacher also takes us to visit different places of worship. This is how we learn about other religions, customs, and holidays. In our class, we celebrate various holidays and festivities together, and the classroom is then filled with joy, decorations, and interesting stories from different cultures. That’s when we realize how wonderful it is to learn from one another.

In our class, there is also a boy who has developmental difficulties. Our teacher has taught us to see him as a friend and classmate, not through his difficulties. She says that every child has their own abilities and that each of us can do something special. He is special—he doesn’t think the same way we do, and there are things he doesn’t know that we do—but he can tell the calendar five years in advance and knows exactly which day of the week any date falls on. We find this particularly fascinating about him. We often ask him what day someone’s birthday will fall on in two or three years.

One event from the sports games is something we will never forget. While the other children were running a race, our friend felt a bit unsure. At that moment, our teacher stood next to him, took his hand, and they started running together. She didn’t want him to feel alone or less valuable. The whole class cheered them on, shouting his name from the stands and jumping with excitement. He didn’t win the race, but he had a huge smile on his face, and his eyes sparkled with joy. That day, our teacher showed us what kind of people we should be—people who help, who understand, and who never leave others behind.

In our class, we learn much more than school subjects. We learn how to be good friends, how to accept differences, and how to support one another. That is why I always proudly say that my class is the best, because we learn the most important lesson of all—how to be a good person. I hope there are many more classes like mine and that everyone feels happy among their peers, just as I feel special in my class with my friends.

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