Saturday, January 10, 2009.

went back to my alma mater (yes RI's my alma mater now!) yesterday to help out (or rather, slack around and talk cock and gossip) at Raffles Trail (or Trial, depending on how one sees it.).

swarms of sec 1s came and left the classrooms, some fat, some short, some noisy, some cute, but all sec 1s about to embark on a 4-year journey.

that reminded me about my life in RI, as a student, exploring the different and varied niches of our very diverse school.

was also introduced to a new teacher-i.c.. She's new to the school, and teaches geog.

And that, the fact that she teaches geog, just hit me.

That I'll be missing all the Geog lessons I had for the past 4 years, and in addition to that, all my Bio lessons and Jap lessons.

I always had a soft spot for these 3 subjects. Geog, partly because I was a minority in my history-dominated class (and I really like geog!), Bio because I actually like Bio a slight tad more than Physics (ooo surprise.), and Jap because it was really cool to take a subject that 90% of the population quit after at most 2 years.

For me, that particular sunset scene I see on the MRT everytime at the bend before Simei MRT Station never fails to remind me of the past 4 years after 3rd lang. Nearly every time, I would be on the MRT, reaching Simei at 5.30 pm, seeing the exact same view and the exact same sunset every week for the past 4 years.

So on that day when I stood at my favourite corner of the MRT, seeing that exact same sunset, I just, I dunno, started emoing. Really, to think that I would never go for a single 3rd lang lesson again, it hit me hard.

And then right after the whole thing, I walked out off that classroom (incidentally the classroom besides the ChemRA classroom), past the ChemRA classroom and stared at the classroom besides the ChemRA classroom.

I dunno why, but I just felt the need to go to that classroom again.

So my legs (magically/subconsciously) moved me here:

I pushed down and pulled the handle I pulled so many times the past year, and stepped in.

Waves and waves of memories flooded my brain. The project room and HY/Tjeng/Jie Liang/Jinghui's PRPP conquests, Jun Sheng's pencil case and Jerald/Kenneth throwing it around the class during recess, the aircon and someone's failed karate attempts at the button, the center of class and KC's F1 question...

It's amazing how even me, the guy who used this class least, could hold so much memories of this place.

I glanced at the imprints we left behind, footprints which were the products of one good PRPP game, marks of "deforestation", bloodstains on the door (look carefully at the picture on the top. yeah it was my fault D=), imprints of memories that just continuously replayed in my mind.

I couldn't bear it any longer.

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