There’s this sense of nostalgia this week.

The constant rehearsals in preparation for the final TS performance reminded me of EMDD. The times where we made mistakes like failing to keep quiet when we have our mics with us, the long hours spent at Victoria Theatre, how we girls were always ready to offer each other words of encouragement, hug each other for comfort before and joy after each performance. And sincerely, whether we like a person or not, we genuinely wanted each one to perform her best. ☺

I really miss KC. Over the weekend, I read an article about being an IJ student is probably one of the best thing that can happen. I still recall that great sense of pride in decorating the class for CNY-I can still remember my class macaroni dragon that completely OWNED the entire cohort. Or the times the entire class united to play tricks on our teacher such as dusting the side of the chalkboard and waiting to see our maths tutor wipe it clean with his pants as he slide back and forth to present those maths answers. Absolutely brilliant. Well, I side-track. The article talked about how after school, every kid will be rushing off for their activities. There was more than enough room for every student to excel so there wasn’t a need to compete among us. Sure, my school had its niche area, but it did not focus solely on that. Every CCA has their own glory and have excelled. There wasn’t a better CCA than the other. For that, I grew to be more accepting, to see my classmates and schoolmates as individuals with much potential to grow wherever they are. We weren’t academically driven, but we were taught to be responsible students and children of God.

Perhaps it was the fact that my school appreciated and saw each one of us as talents that among my friends, we never saw each other as an opponent. I dare to say that our friendship was genuine. Perhaps, we grew up in an environment that taught us well.

Simple in virtue, steadfast in duty.

There was already a culture and a history that we could cling on to. A culture that was already set in place, not just in words, but in action, and it moulded us to embody the values that were imparted to us. The knowledge that we were part of the community, the blue convent girls, makes me happy.

Today, 2 student films were screened during lecture and my heart swelled with pride that I excitedly pointed out to my friend who was sitting beside me each time a scene featured my school.

Of course, my view of my school is bias. There were some unpleasant memories, but I can’t seem to go into detail about that. In fact, they seem trivial now. ☺

“Guide us in our labours, to the Lord we pray
In wisdom, strength and courage, growing day by day”