headed down to school for cjc's first ever openhouse yesterday. teachers who saw me quipped 'shouldn't you be studying?' and i simply grinned - the usual one where my eyes seemingly vanish. albeit the school is often under much scrutiny, but it's been the happiest 2 years of my education journey thus far (happiest in all respects). There's so much i've learnt and grown as a person here, really. Inevitable nostalgia has already set in even before I bid farewell next thursday.
I'd miss everything from the stinking and cramped dance studio, to the roof that leaks, to the incorrigible canteen food.The school boasts an essence terribly unique that words cannot describe. From the social demography to the almost dipilidated building,vis-a-vis other schools. Yet, cjc proves victorious in providing education in its whole form - a rarity sought to be achieved. I'm not particularly the most enthusiastic student, but once the blaring music to this year's jc1 orientation came on, i was compelled to scoot down the staircase to the piazza to join in the fun, only to be stopped by the rain (which would cause me to fall sick, a risk i cannot take since the a levels are drawing near).
The computers outside the library have been replaced by flat screens, about time. so as i was happily surfing friendster, dispensing a testimonial, MICHAEL TAN gazed over my shoulder. I startled at his presence and hurriedly tucked in my shirt. He gave his iconic perverted smile and attempted to make conversation and connection with my life. As i vaguely recall, a question about who my friend (on friendster) was, and whether he was married. A rather tactless and blatant statement, but one of a kind - especially from a discipline master. Dodging him - due to his perverse nature and uniform checks, will perhaps be the dearest memory i hold on to.
