We're baaaaaack!
Although I don't really know who the "we" refers to.
There. Promised to be back and better than ever, didn't I? What could be better than a change in template? Pure stupidity, that's what. I lost my original template for my blog, losing the links. Post in the tagboard to get me to relink. Meanwhile, I'll have to mass relink those that I remember.
Well, there we go. The exams are, finally, over. I felt a sense of finality when the science paper was collected, yet that definitely didn't mean the end of the road. We've still got another two weeks to go, and even more next year. Still, it meant the last time an exam I would take with my class.
My class. Wow. We're definitely nothing like the group-of-23-next-door. We aren't exactly the class which is known to be bonded closer than normal. Heck, class spirit's just another word to use in CDP reflections. We couldn't care less about what most other classes were doing or though of us.
But that's where we're special, aren't we? Nonchalance seemed to ebb away slowly after some class league achievements. Now, we'd give a leg and a half to win it, and prove to ourselves that it really is a matter of determination, and to show each other we are capable of doing things.
There are times though, when I wished I wasn't in this class. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate it. But you guys are just smart. Too smart. Sometimes, I feel like a fool sitting in the middle of the UN conference, listening in vain to what goes on around. I could very well be, like, bottom five for results. But heck, like I said, I started to care less and less.
It took us a year and a half to really be able to say we have some class spirit in us. Think a little about 1Kiska2006. Think about Year One Level Camp. Think about how much we loved our class and would do anything to keep us together forever last year. Not much to think about, is there?
In sharp contrast, I'm feeling the tang of sadness occasionally, when I think about splitting classes. It's good that I can actually meet new people and friends, but I really couldn't think about going to school without making fun of Sean's hair. Hiding Chen Teck's water bottle. Finding someone to blame when my results plain suck.
There's so much I definitely will miss next year, and I'm pretty sure everyone has their own activity that they live for in school. It really is a pity, having to split up just when we start to get the true meaning of being a class. Yet, there isn't anything to do but follow to rules.
So I'm left with one last wish, which is to enjoy my last weeks with my class. There's not much time left in the year, but it'll do. It'll have to. It won't be easy keeping in touch next year, with different and unfixed timetables, electives and all. I hope that any kiskian reading this would share the same ideas, feelings, wishes. I hope to be able to be proud to say I'm from 2K next year.
Let's make our swansong a tune to remember.
There. Promised to be back and better than ever, didn't I? What could be better than a change in template? Pure stupidity, that's what. I lost my original template for my blog, losing the links. Post in the tagboard to get me to relink. Meanwhile, I'll have to mass relink those that I remember.
Well, there we go. The exams are, finally, over. I felt a sense of finality when the science paper was collected, yet that definitely didn't mean the end of the road. We've still got another two weeks to go, and even more next year. Still, it meant the last time an exam I would take with my class.
My class. Wow. We're definitely nothing like the group-of-23-next-door. We aren't exactly the class which is known to be bonded closer than normal. Heck, class spirit's just another word to use in CDP reflections. We couldn't care less about what most other classes were doing or though of us.
But that's where we're special, aren't we? Nonchalance seemed to ebb away slowly after some class league achievements. Now, we'd give a leg and a half to win it, and prove to ourselves that it really is a matter of determination, and to show each other we are capable of doing things.
There are times though, when I wished I wasn't in this class. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate it. But you guys are just smart. Too smart. Sometimes, I feel like a fool sitting in the middle of the UN conference, listening in vain to what goes on around. I could very well be, like, bottom five for results. But heck, like I said, I started to care less and less.
It took us a year and a half to really be able to say we have some class spirit in us. Think a little about 1Kiska2006. Think about Year One Level Camp. Think about how much we loved our class and would do anything to keep us together forever last year. Not much to think about, is there?
In sharp contrast, I'm feeling the tang of sadness occasionally, when I think about splitting classes. It's good that I can actually meet new people and friends, but I really couldn't think about going to school without making fun of Sean's hair. Hiding Chen Teck's water bottle. Finding someone to blame when my results plain suck.
There's so much I definitely will miss next year, and I'm pretty sure everyone has their own activity that they live for in school. It really is a pity, having to split up just when we start to get the true meaning of being a class. Yet, there isn't anything to do but follow to rules.
So I'm left with one last wish, which is to enjoy my last weeks with my class. There's not much time left in the year, but it'll do. It'll have to. It won't be easy keeping in touch next year, with different and unfixed timetables, electives and all. I hope that any kiskian reading this would share the same ideas, feelings, wishes. I hope to be able to be proud to say I'm from 2K next year.
Let's make our swansong a tune to remember.
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