Wednesday, October 12, 2005
The final graduation.
I graduated from Presbyterian High School today. I wouldn't use the word "finally" here because I have never looked forward to this day, nor do I really hate this school.
As I walked towards School today, there was an intertwined nervous and excited feeling. I haven't been to school for the past one week, including weekend. And today, I looked forward to see all my classmates simply because today is the last day we'll enter that class together. I was beaming with joy when I saw Kaihui, followed by Lengy.
Some people say that high school is the period that memories are best remembered. I agree. As I sat in the chapel today, viewing all those photos we took in the past five years, I knew that they were the best memories I can ever ask for.
In 2003, we stepped into this class and started out as strangers. Some dislike my clique, some were afraid. Back then, we deal with problems more than studies. What we looked forward most was teacher using lesson time to deal with classmates who got themselves into trouble, and we witnessed a number of caning cases. Those, seem normal to us because we grew to be used to it. Then it came a point that our class got splitted up because it was beyond control. We were looked down upon and condemned. The biggest trouble we gave the school was the time when our classroom's ceiling collapsed - we hid books within the ceilings. At the end of that year, a handful of my classmates got kicked out. It was a hard lesson that we had to learn.
In 2004, we joined back the class as one. One event that I'll still remember would be the Racial Harmony - where the guys spent 3 days building the Effiel Tower and not forgetting Wen Cong's one and only French song. Despite those eyes casted upon us for our inability in producing good results, we braved through the N levels. 10 was the estimated figure that the class will survive but we proved them wrong - we returned back with 74% passing rate.
This year, our class shrunk to 23 people. It was a small class yet the level of volume never change. We became more united and we understood each other better. Through all the school events, we bonded even more. We have had our good and bad times, yet they were stepping stones that brought us all to another level of understanding.
To me, each individual's personality and character has taught me Life in their own way. Their life stories had touched me even more, which grew me in accepting them, loving and care for them. Various teachers taught me what Life is all about an I sincerely thank them. In times when I was walking the valley of darkness, they showed me the light with the hope and faith they have in me. My classmates; their laughters cheered me on when my day seemed blue.
Devotees, the final lap is here! Let us hold on to each other even in the midst of working hard! (:
maoed.]
at 4:34 PM
