Sunday, January 22, 2006
Just not so long ago, i stepped into the front gate, feeling nervous as i looked at my surroundings trying to find one familiar face. A new phase in life, a new school, a new beginning, a home to be founded. The group of michaelians huddled together awaiting the start of assembly where we were to meet our teacher, and thankfully i had at least a few friends in the same class as me. That helped to ease the tension within me a little. Moments later, life in SJI began. The start of a wonderful journey, a path filled with many riches, mind you, not of gold or money, but of friendship fun and laughter.
A few days later would be our orientation camp where we got to bond closer to our classmates. 1e10-2e10 thats the class that had to stick together for 2 years. A class that in two years formed bonds of friendship so tight that even distances couldnt break it 5 years later. The final night, campfire night, a night to remember as songs were sang, cheers out in full force and as everyone together as one community, welcomed each other to the family.
Nickelback-photograph:
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It was only a matter of time before we started to terrorise our teachers, making a name for ourselves, in a "good" way of course. Days of sitting outside the staff room was never an uncommon sight. Trouble, our middlename. Days gone by and soon we were now 2e10. Only the last stretch now before our streaming, and many tributes to the man who held a tight reign on us. Mr Foo, a teacher who instilled fear and yet the warmness of a friend into us. Ok, not that we really feared him but rather it was more of respect. Blinking an eye, 2e10 of 2002 was no more. But through the hands of fate, our lives were now intertwined together. SJI was now more of a home then before. Gone was the feeling of nervousness and butterflies. Everything just looks the same, the way we left it 2 years ago. The way it will always be attached to our memories.
As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, Come whatever
We will still be, friends forever
Call me someone with lousy music taste or whatever you prefer, but the song graduation holds meaning to me. Along with it holds the memories of SJI. A place where i can call home, proud to be one always will be one. To wave the flag of green and wag *private joke*. Hail to thee our alma mater.Hail. -to be continued-
Green and wag
Painting the sky grey @ 1:35 AM
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