Reflections

It has been more than a week since the end of my promotional exams. I am not going to say much about it. The results are less than satisfactory, might have to forfeit my London trip, as well as the 700 dosh penalty. Tuesday will tell me whether my J1 life ends with a bang or a bang from a gunshot. Moderation, I do hope you can do something about my predicament. While I have wasted my September holidays, it proved to be something of a wake up call, I guess I should be thankful for it. My Econs might be shit, but at least it was not the most miserable...hopefully.

Debate brought about much needed relief from the damned academics, until I was drafted into the proposition for a debate against internet anonymity. Still, it was quite fun, especially when my peers now know how deranged my mentality is. Bonded with them, well, Jordin at least when we had dinner at Subway. And our conversations further showed them how demented I was. I look forward to shocking my peers once again.

Then, I had the opportunity to meet up with a couple of ex-schoolmates yet again. Bros from Bedok View NPCC. The same old rhetoric: old times, how shitty our present situation is now, girlfriends, cigarettes (for them anyway) and all sorts of nostalgic crap we could think of. It might seem like a worthless exploit to try and relive the old times, but, I guess we all have our moments of glory.

More nostalgia came when I went to see my Sec 4 tutors. First was the science tutor, Ms Pratthi (spelling?). Wonderful teacher, and she was teaching a bunch of Sec 4 students when I went into the tuition centre. To think I was in their shoes only a year ago. Time does fly, and I guess it is human nature not to cherish their most memorable moments until they are long gone. I do miss the company of Jeremy, Bo Jun and those 2 girls, all the lewd jokes and crap. Those were simple, yet precious moments, I regret not treasuring them, but then again, I am just looking back with the benefit of hindsight..

Went to see my MT tutor afterwards. Our meeting was brief, very brief. I suppose she was tired. She seemed to be happy to meet me, but she seemed to be in a hurry to finish our conversation. A bit weird, since I had been her student for almost 7 years. I could still vaguely remember my last class with her, when we reminisced about old times and all the (missing) acquaintances and (disappeared) friends I've made there. While I am not the most enthusiastic about the language of the "Middle Kingdom", I did reasonably well for my standards. I have yet to thank her for that.

JC life, despite being only a year old for me, has been a life changing experience. An entity that practically changed, if not destroyed my previous routines, changed my perspectives, reduced my optimism and stifled my emotions. For the better or worse, I do not know, even after 4 hectic school terms. All I can say is, things will never be the same. Life is like a town ravaged by a hurricane, some things might disappear, others might stay, but things will never be the same again.