I can't stop laughing at what I wrote back in those days. I was so unique and funny. I found it hilarious, cringy and cheesy.

Handwritten leave letter on ruled paper with the address and school name blocked out, marked "V. good" in red ink by the teacher.
A leave letter to my class teacher, 10 September 2003, when I was in 8th standard. My address, my school's name and my friend's name are blocked out. Below it, my letter to that friend begins.

I'm going to hospital and taking rest in home. "Because of fever, I want two days leave." And then I signed it "Yours Sincerely, XYZ". My teacher still gave it a "V. good".

Second page of a handwritten letter about the Dasara festival, marked "V.V. good" in red ink, with the teacher's signature blocked out.
The rest of my Dasara letter to a friend. My teacher wrote "V.V. good". Her signature is blocked out.

"I do hope, you would have got that what is Dasara, What for it celebrated. So, I requested you to come to my home to celebrate this festival."

The essay from the next notebook is here: My School, 2004