BBC Compacta Class 7 Solutions - Classroom Assignment- 15

Diary Entry - Selection as NCC Cadet for Republic Day Parade

January 24, 2024

Dear Diary,

Today, I stand humbled and exhilarated, barely able to pen down the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me. I've been chosen - not just as a participant, but as a representative of our state in the Republic Day Parade in New Delhi. This honor, as the best NCC cadet of our battalion, is beyond my wildest dreams.

I wish I could capture the look on my parents' faces when I broke the news. Their eyes brimmed with an indescribable mix of pride and joy; it's a memory I'll cherish forever. My father's pat on my back felt like a medal of honor, and my mother's tearful embrace was warmer than any accolade. We celebrated with my favorite dinner, and their animated conversations about the future made my heart swell.

This isn't just my achievement; it's a testament to their sacrifices and unwavering support. Their belief in me has been the wind beneath my wings, and as I march down Rajpath, every step will echo with their love and blessings.

It's a remarkable milestone, Diary, not just for me, but for every person who's been a part of my journey. Tomorrow, as I start preparing for the parade, I'll carry not just the flag of my state but the hopes and dreams of all those connected to me.

With a heart full of gratitude and excitement,

[Your Name]

Diary Entry - Sent to Boarding School

February 2, 2024

Dear Diary,

In the silent whispers of the night, as I lay on a bed that's not mine, in a room that's too quiet, I confess - I am not okay. Going to a boarding school wasn't my choice, and every fiber of my being rebels against this reality. The walls here hold no memories, and the faces are kind but unfamiliar.

I feel a cold distance replacing the warmth of my home, and the laughter of my friends now echoes as memories. The forced smiles I put on for my parents over video calls mask the turmoil within. I understand their decision, their desire for a 'better future' for me, but it's hard not to feel abandoned.

Yet, Diary, I find solace in your pages, a silent witness to my inner turmoil. Maybe in time, acceptance will dull the sharpness of this change. Perhaps, I'll find new friends, new joys, and a new sense of belonging. But for now, it's just you and me, and the honest admission that I am still searching for the light in this unexpected turn of my path.

Yearning for home,

[Your Name]