The author’s home was ______ from the school.

I was a teacher. My home was not far from my school, and l always walked there in the morning. All the pupils in the school were very young.
    I walked to school on a very cold and windy morning in October, and the cold wind went into my eyes, and big tears began running out of them. I reached the school, opened the door and went into the classroom. It was nice and warm there and I was happy. But then a small boy looked at me for a few seconds, put his arm round me and said kindly. "Don’t cry, miss. School isn’t very bad."