f8 show thy force

damn i should be marking but i found myself blog surfing. i was reading christine's, fawn's and addie's blogs when i realised how much i missed 308. not 408, mind you, because that was when the studying kicked in and we no longer played as hard, but 308.

i really don't think one could have found a class that was half as whacked and brilliant as us. i'm not going to pretend that it was all a happy loving family of course but there wasn't the bitching and backstabbing of my sec 1 and 2 class.

i once said that our class would achieve great things in life, i bet every other class said that but who else made history like us? seeing my classmates get scholarships and places into prestigious unis just makes me proud to be part of that group although my sister will always ask me why did their intelligence not rub off on me.

it doesn't make sense but my future seems brighter whenever i hear about my classmates' achievements. maybe it's the glory, imagined or otherwise, that you enjoy because you let her copy from your bio test once or you lent her your chinese dictionary during an essay test or you secretly discussed answers for chem qa with her when the teacher specifically said no discussion of answers. it's these intangible little things that made rg a home for me.

now the home is shelter to a whole new batch now, but if you stare hard enough at the corridor with the lockers stacked haphazardly one on top the other along those cluttered areas, you can see how you once skipped down the corridor to the toilet in twos and threes, belting out a random song so hard that your temples hurt from the exertion. then you'll feel the pang of pain as you see how cruelly time has robbed us of that reckless glint in our eyes that only youth could have bestowed on us.

youth is truly wasted on the young.

alternatively, you could just go to the toilets to get an old whiff of nostalgia. my 4 years in rg were not in vain, unlike what most people would like to think, i managed to leave my mark on the school :D