I wonder how many of you are going to bookmark this page, and if we will continue to keep in touch next year. Weird concept really, separating classes. Can't seem to get my head around it. We've experienced it before. In Primary school, I changed classes every year. Didn't mind though, not in the least. I wonder why its so different this year. Maybe we've developed emotionally and all that crap, and we finally experienced real bonding. Or maybe its because most friendships are strengthened over a fastfood meal. Considering how many of those I've had this year, I would say our friendships have been strengthened infinitely.

Word has gotten round that the selection of our humanities subject will determine the classes we get into next year. Of course, that affects the subjects we choose. Unwilling to be separated from our friends, some of us have chosen subjects we are't interested in, for the sake of joining our friends. I do admit, I'm part of that group. The wisdom of such decisions, are, of course, questionable. Nevertheless, we are who we choose to be. -inaccurate quote The Ask and the Answer- Young as we are, we can't be trusted to make good decisions for ourselves. As such, I guess if we feel having our friends around would greatly increase our motviation to study (as it is in my case) making a choice of a humanity subject based on where our friends are going is justifiable.

Yes, I would think it IS human nature to be unwilling to part with all that is familiar. Year 3 is a promise of hardships, late nights spent burning midnight oil, and feverish speeding through homework during recess. Without the familiar faces around to guide us through, I wonder if we will really be able to cope. But our seniors have done it. And the seniors before them. They've risen spectacularly to the occasion, and made better friends than they had in Year 1. It is safe to say we'll make it through. But will we remember? The games, (no, this is NOT a pun to make you lose) the wars, the chasing, the playing, and even the (attempted) group studying that resulted in a goal post being carried across the soccer field. But no matter. This post, I hope, will serve to remind everyone of the joys we shared. Not the hardships, (did we even have any?!) but the joys of getting to know one another. (What a load of sentimental crap)

They say friends can become strangers, and no doubt, that will be the outcome of many among us. But I sincerely hope that we will remember one another, that we will still share an occasional lunch in the canteen or even maybe in the standard location for teens to dine. (I'm speaking, of course, of fastfood restaurants) May we find it in us to keep in touch and possibly, like in the case of my mum, meet up after 40 odd years for a gathering-- a time to reminisce the carefree life we led as Year 1s and 2s in NUS High.

Okay, that was really cheem english. No particular reason, I just felt like it. Anyways, good luck to all of you wherever you may go, and God bless. (uh. ok. how about, "keep in touch"? I'm not a religious person, really)

By the way, about 17 of us haven't completed out module evaluation surveys. Hands up, those who are going to do it outside of school time..... yup. None. School shouldn't let us do it on our free time. It kinda means we won't do it. Then again, its a good chance to flame the teachers. Unfortunately the survey isn't anonymous and as our kind, indignant teacher who teaches some of us on Fridays points out, teachers actually read those things. Good luck with your veiled insults. If you're good enough, you'd be able to say what you really feel without a summons from a teacher when school re-opens. If not, give up now and no disciplinary action will be taken against you.