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so sleep alone tonight
im not putting my name so i can escape from ******* :Dxiao fan shu. 1990. pl sis mg hc. puddle and paddle. sports. food? RELIEF TEACHER hahaaha |
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I read this english compo in my brothers SJI compo book while studying for the os and ive always wanted to share it here..........Secondary education is a period forgotten by few and remembered fondly by many. Fresh out of primary school, at the threshold of one's teenage years and battling with the inadequacies and conflicting torrents of emotion, most of what remembers is the singularly memorable (for lack of an apt descriptive term to encompass the experience and condense it into a single word) time of secondly school life. Perhaps one the reasons why secondary education proves so memorable is that we are just starting to taste life. Prior to this, we have figuratively but spooned some food and raised it to our mouths. As one enters adolescence and with it secondary schools, we begin to taste the food of life, feeling the nourishment it provides us. Experiencing an education in SJI has been, to use one word privilege. Being a Josephian is something all on its own; none other comes even remotely close to the difference that separates a Josephian from a Rafflesian or an Andersonian. It would be impossible to, in such a limited space, chronicle my experience in SJI. They simply refuse to be sorted, classified and put into some mental box to gather dust. It is the sum of these parts that gives the unique flavour of belonging to SJI. My first few weeks in SJI were ones of utter dejection and gloom. Having received a sharp shock from my startling low PSLE score, I had entered with no choice, unwillingly and most uncertainly. I often found myself wondering how I could have deserved this most draconian fate. It may have seemed like a curse at the time, but it is now in my eyes a blessing. The months of Secondary One went sluggishly by; it was not until the middle of Secondary One that I begin to settle into our Lasallian community, gathering a circle of close friends and managing well both my studies and co-curricular activity. Nonetheless, Secondary Two opened new doors and brought new adventures. One of the things about SJI is that, just when one thinks he has seen all there is to see about SJI. something new is revealed that enriches the experience. A whole range of new experiences threw themselves at me: peer support and prefectship were but two of many fond Secondary 2 memories. It was Secondary 3, though, that impacted me the most. Each year built upon the last, and Secondary 3 was not just the sum of two years but more. More camps - the Secondary 1 Orientation Camp, the Lasallian Leadership Traning Camp - were held, and it cannot be said how much these built my character and expanded my social circles. The number of friends I knew increased at least two fold, and the roots of earlier forged friendships anchored themselves firmly in the soil of my life. My graduating year holds in store numerous challenges and oppotunities, and with them more memories to add to my already formidable cache of experience. Beyond the fear that accompanies the imminent O Level examinations, I feel a great sadness and emptiness when I think of leaving my alma mater. Come next year, I shall be thrown into a whole new environment - junior college - and step into the unknown. It is not just uncertainty that grips my heart, but more than that; like letting go of a parent, one that has nurtured and developed us and taking our first few faltering steps into an unfamiliar and unfriendly world. Beyond the superiority that comes with our senior year, I am envious of the Secondary Ones for their future experiences and only wish I could have spent my time better. It is with a heavy heart that I bid farewell to a school - no, an alma mater - that has done so much for me, that has made me who I am today. Many say that education in another secondary school would have done the same for me, that I would have been equally grateful had I gone to another school. Words cannot capture how I feel about my school; suffice it to say I am proud, unspeakably proud to be a Josephian and I would not have it any other way. so touching rite? so cool. =) Today I went back to mg for the sec 1 orientation campfire thingy and so I jus felt like putting that compo there cos thats how I really feel bout mg. im sorry if it bored you. anw i really really need to lose weight i feel like a pile of fats start spending money properly practise my piano sleep earlier. shit. hahaha |