It has been four years (almost) since I first stood as an official sec1 student. I never thought how much the school would mean to me when I leave it especially when my first impression was “Wah! Such an OLD school”! My seniors always seem so ‘fake’ with their constant drastic love confessions to BP but it was only during my Graduation Day when I finally understood their feelings.
The school hall was ironically dusty that day I suppose despite the large-scale cleaning I witnessed the day before. It was so full with irritants that it caused so many of us to tear and tear and tear. It seemed how time has flown just past our eyes during the 4 years (and Mr. Hisham’s “3-hour” long speech). Photos brought back memories and apparently worsened the tearing situation.
It was a wonder why the hall was not flooding at the end. I’ve never knew evaporation could happen so fast especially in such a humid-weathered country like Singapore. Perhaps it was due to all our highly absorbent, good quality school uniforms, made by our tailor whom I have not yet learnt the name (but that isn’t important).
I had so much to say to my friends but remained speechless (for once!), much to my amazement. The graduation atmosphere was filled with laughter and of course, salty eye juices. Apparently, in my opinion, Nicholas’s graduation teddy did help out with the décor or something. I wrote cards to my friends but still, I feel that a single card was not enough to express my heartfelt words. But it was almost impossible for me to cram 4years into a tiny card that could be held by a mere 2fingers. ..
