so, yesterday, my friend (+ old JC classmate) posted a series of quotes from when we were in JC. and i got emotional and sentimental, as i do, and i started to reminisce about our class.
our class was insane. like. we had Terrible Tuesdays/Thursdays when we had long 4.10pm days, and to make them feel less Terrible we’d do things like bring soft toys to lectures and tutorials, wear obnoxiously long and colourful socks & tie our hair in braids (guys did tiny pigtails). we also decided to masquerade as secondary school students when the new Y5s came in & wore our secondary school outfits to a biology practical. my CT was so amused by it (also my friend called me a christmas tree. thanks chris).
when it came to decorating our new homeroom (B42 iirc, someone pls correct me if im wrong), we knew we were definitely going to make it look and feel as crazy as we were. so we printed out labels in comic sans of everyday objects (e.g. projector, window, ceiling, wall, door, broom, bin, clock) and stuck them on everything. even on the outsides of our class.
we also created a sleeping corner in the tiny alcove we had between the windows. stuffed it full of pillows and drapes and everything. we’d gone all out. we also had a “HAPPY CORN” that was supposed to be a “HAPPY CORNER” where we wrote cute notes to each other, but by the end of the Civics lessons we had to decorate the room, the “ER” had fallen off and the strings proved too weak to hold up the different coloured envelopes. but well, despite it being a kind of mess, it still felt very Us.
i remember that we also constantly ate during tutorials. like, boxes of baked goods and blueberry cream cookies (ericka!!!!) and oreos and grapes were always being passed around (and dennis would vacuum up the leftovers) while our tutors walked us through tutorials or topics. they generally didnt care (except for that time chris brought wanton mee into lit… or that time china brought bento to civics… or that time china brought yong tau foo to math… or that time dennis & jpl left math to buy food for the rest… math was a fun subject let’s just say) and they were also generally driven to madness (actually, i’d like to think that our class just brought out the mad side they always had, but i’m a little biased). our chemistry & biology teachers formed a real #bromance by the time we graduated (we take all the credit for this), so i think we did some good.
i miss my teachers. so much. i was always the quiet student (thus i’d never made any lasting impressions on them), but i really enjoyed the dynamics between our class and our teachers. i think we got super lucky. we got the best teachers. and i’m not biased — my friends from other classes can #fitemeirl1v1 because i genuinely believe we got the best.
i remember that before i entered RI, my brother told me that the “friends who’ll stick by [me] through A’s will be friends for life“. and yknow what. i think that’s true. it’s been nearly 2 years since we’ve graduated and i still feel the same way about each and every one of my close friends from JC. i miss them like a dull ache in my chest and i miss that classroom dynamic we had with a frightening fury when i let myself think about it. i had the best class in my life in JC. i doubt i will be able to find any other class like it again.
we were in our bubble. our mad, crazy, insanity-borne-for-sanity bubble. the ridiculous jokes we had and the ridiculous pranks we’d pull will last me for a lifetime. the spontaneous runs to chill during long breaks when we were meant to study at raja/in class/at windy benches will always remind me of the only joy i’ve ever felt running. the rush to the canteen, sweaty and breathless and laughing, from the LT or from B42 or from the indoor sports hall after badminton, will fuel my heart with warmth forever.
there’s not much i don’t love about our class. there’s not much i won’t miss. and i am very, very, very grateful to have had them. i wasn’t at my best in J2. in fact i think i was at one of my worsts (im worse this year in uni, would you believe that? idt i’ve had another low quite the same as this), but my friends were there for me. they believed in me, they supported me, and they stuck through it till i got out of that bad place, and then they were still there after.
i am. immensely, irrefutably lucky to have had 16S03B. and i always will be. despite the problems and tensions that we had/have, i am genuinely very very very happy that i was part of this crazy loving class.
i will continue to miss it, like i miss many things, with a fervour. thank you, RI, for giving me some of the best and some of the worst moments of my life. thank you, my friends, for sticking by me through both of those and all the in betweens. thank you, my teachers, for giving me some of the best advice i’ve ever had in my life, and thank you especially for inspiring and encouraging me through some of the most difficult times i’ve ever had in school.
thank you. just. so full of gratitude for each and every person who was a part of my RI journey. and this post was (mostly) just about my class – i haven’t even gone into my bowling batch or the TIP kids yet. and trust me, they were integral to me becoming who i am today.
i’m never gonna stop growing and learning and changing. progress/regression is inevitable. but i think what my brother said will hold true, absolutes and all. i’ve found friends for life. and i cannot be more thankful for that than i am every single day.
see you soon with a new post. (: