School days truly were the finest. Back then, it felt like a never-ending routine—waking up early, the rush to finish homework, and dreading exams. But now, those very memories feel like fragments of a golden era, ones we yearn to relive even for just a day. Ironically, what we once took for granted has now become something we treasure the most.
I miss everything—my friends with their infectious laughter and secret codes, the wooden benches carved with initials, the blackboard scribbles, and even the occasional scolding from teachers that, in hindsight, came from a place of care. I miss the chaos of sharing tiffin during recess, the thrill of rehearsing for Christmas carols, and the chatter in the school bus on the way home. But what I miss most of all is the excitement of knowing I would get to see my friends again the next morning—no texts, no video calls, just real, unfiltered joy in each other’s company.
Studying at St. Mary’s was not just about academics. It was about values, about discovering ourselves, and about building friendships that would silently grow stronger with time. For every Marian, those corridors hold echoes of laughter and lessons that go beyond textbooks. Whether it was the school assemblies under the morning sun, the festivals we celebrated with unmatched enthusiasm, or the quiet pride of wearing the school badge on our chest—St. Mary’s shaped us into who we are today.
Now, as we stand at the crossroads of adult life—chasing dreams, meeting deadlines, and juggling responsibilities—there’s still a small part of us that longs for the innocence of those school days. We’ve all moved ahead, each on our own path, but one thing continues to bind us together: the undeniable pride and warmth of being a Marian.
Because no matter where life takes us, we’ll always carry a piece of St. Mary’s in our hearts.
Regardless of your faith, you still pray in this manner.
This comes naturally to you.
Visiting the school chapel was an outright must before any exam.
It became a ritual right before an exam.
You are hypersensitive to incorrect pronunciations and grammar.
You are notoriously known as the grammar-nazi among your non-Marian friends.
Exploring the buildings where the sisters used to live was super thrilling.
It was quite a treat.
You still have recollection and hum some of your school hymns and Christmas carols.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
You absolutely consider Cursive to be the only form of handwriting.
You don’t know how to write in a non-cursive way.
One-Act Plays And Prayers Services Were Enough Reason To Bunk Classes
Between the devil and the deep blue sea.
The de facto small ground for juniors and the big ground for seniors
Making it to the senior level was truly an achievement.
Asking ‘Paley dai’ to cross the narrow street between the gates of the small and big grounds, and him shouting ‘Nani Haru Bistarai’
Nothing less than a movie scene.
The principal of your school wore skirts and gowns.
You even tried to peek under Sister’s headscarf to check out her hairstyle.
The wall between Mary’s and Xavier’s was no less than the Great Wall of China
You may have heard stories of what’s on the other side of the wall.
You often got confused when people asked you about your sister or mother
Are they asking about the class teacher or my sister?
Moral science held a much higher place than actual science
Natural sciences can wait; moral science is the most essential life lesson.
At some point in your school life, you fancied the idea of dressing like a nun.
You still haven’t fulfilled this desire of yours.
Nepali festival plus Catholic festival = Holiday galore
Good fri-yay!
You hear the word ‘Chyaaaaa-ahh’ all around the school premises
This habit is still alive with you.
And not to forget about gossiping around the ‘Forbidden Pond’
I am proud of my school for shaping us into such beautiful diamonds, and my friends for teaching me that even the most challenging times can be the most memorable ones. Regardless of the hard times, those were the best days of our lives!
Share this article with your Marian classmates and relive the nostalgia.
