The mid-years have definitely been an experience for me, and I think many other people too. I think I've never been so unprepared for an exam before. Okay, fine, maybe I have. But still... Anyway, that isn't the point. After the mid-years, it felt like the O-Levels had just ended. I think the relief of it being finally over that swept over me overwhelmed my senses. So I partied. Well, not really. I didn't get wasted and make out with random people. But I did go back to SJI for a concert. And I did meet so many people I've not met for forever. And I did feel that Josephian spirit sweep over the whole Performing Arts Centre as we did our funky Josephian cheers after the concert. I felt my heart thumping to the beat of the warpath cheer everyone was doing. I felt the brotherhood that bonds every single one of us whether we know each other or not. I finally got to feel real school spirit again.
The next day, I went over to my Sec. 4 classmate's house along with most of my ex-classmates. You know, it's weird calling them "ex-classmates" because I still feel like we're still a class, regardless of the year's passing. I
miss every single one of them. Even the bloody irritating ones. It's given, most of us have changed, some more then the others, but still, it's interesting how you don't know how you miss some people till you meet them again.
On hindsight, the total SJI weekend might have been a mistake because now I feel so empty and out of place suddenly. I was reading Ms Lim's blog and she had an entry on home and what or where is your home and I realised that if school was really your second home, I wouldn't have any difficulty choosing; because there's really only one choice. SJI. Nothing
Now, it would seem as if I was selling my school, but I'm not. It's just that SJI was my
secondary school and I think that no experience in any other educational institute could compare to what I had there. I am also not saying that you guys are not good friends or that the class doesn't mean anything to me or that I don't like VJ. It's just... different.
Well, this entry was meant not only to keep the blog alive, but also to explain to some of you who thought I was a little weird today why I was a little weird today. It wouldn't be the whole reason but it's sufficient. Also, to let you understand a little bit of what I'm feeling, I'm listening to Augustana's Boston
on repeat. I haven't read the lyrics, ut the phrase "No one knows my name" gets stuck in my head. It's a beautiful song. Go get it from somewhere.
My work here is done. Have a nice week!