My First Speech





It was Sunday. I got up earlier than usual it was five o'clock in the morning. I was thinking about our tamil Day which was scheduled for that nday in my school.

A few days earlier in my class I was selected as a good speaker. My favourite subject was Tamil. So I participated in the contest. As a resuit of that I had to speak at the school assembly too.

At about 5.30 I left for school and my classmates were waiting for me and they greeted me. I returned their greetings.

The time was ten o'clock. All the children were gathered in the asembly hall. when I saw the crowd I heard my heart beating. The meeting staeted. The principal read out the agenda. My name was the second.


I heard my name from the loud speaker. I went to the stage. The audience welcomed me with claps. I spoke as smartly as I could.


My class teacher thanked me when I came to my seat. My friends shook my hands.

I am awaiting patiently to speak at another meeting.


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