the things i miss about ij
posted on Sunday, February 14, 2010
i miss morning prayer and hymns
i miss the huge open air parade square even though there were bugs and moss that made our butts wet.
i miss the homework journal
i miss the uniform that wasn't oversized and hard to wear and bloody warm!
i miss mrs matthew's loooong talks at the mic.
i miss the chapel and the stained glass
i miss that quiet, steady confidence
i miss to kill a mockingbird and a raisin in the sun
i miss greeting teachers
i miss rme
i miss mr teh, and how he likes to give us "long and tedious" problems and call us "gerrs"
i miss mrs alex, and how she'd procrastinate and tell us all kinds of funny and irrelevant stories
i miss mrs tan aye leng, and how she used to nag at us, glare at us and push us to do our best
i miss mrs selvam, and how she would tell us about her japanese boyfriend or her husband and how short and adorable she was!
i miss mr chan, and how he used to slam down his books to get our attention, glare at people who had their heads on the table and show us his facebook page
i miss all the other teachers too!
i miss our cny and valentine's day celebrations
i miss the ava! omg, i can't believe i miss such a random room
i miss prancing and sprinting down hallways while laughing our heads off just trying to beat the teachers to class.
i miss recess
i miss being able to sneak food to classrooms and our secret recess corner.
i miss the council and cca room
i miss the performing arts studio
i miss the dance studio
i miss (okay, face it) almost every room in ij.
i miss having my friends just next door to me
i miss the useless lockers which i refused to use or pay for
i miss cramming all my books under my desk so that i didn't have to use the locker(which was just outside my class)
i miss complaining that the canteen was so far away (i still have slight trouble navigating my way to the canteen)
i miss our small track
i miss that space between the st raphael and st gabriel's block
i miss camps
i miss hearing only female voices
i miss screaming strange things at each other like "oh! how could you!" or "darling, i've missed you!"
i miss drawing absolute nonsense on post-its and trying not to get caught when the post-it is neon pink. hahaha
i miss being able to hear vaguely what the teacher next door was teaching if the teacher was either mr chan or mag low
i miss being able to box or slap sam when i got bored or just for fun(:
i miss having mang and baba in front of me to give me sweets or do stupid things to keep me awake
i miss having nat suddenly sing in class or say hi to mr teh when he walks in.
i miss being able to curse and voice out my ahem theories on certain issues
i miss being called a taitai(i can't believe i'm saying that)
i miss the belt of the pinafore. i don't know why. i used to make mine really tight when i got nervous.
i miss all the familiar faces and how i could identify someone by the way they walked, talked, gestures, their hair, their pinafore
i miss comparing heights and bullying the short ones. hahaha.
i miss not having the pinafore long enough so that you didn't have to worry about accidents.
i miss the high chairs in the canteen
i miss knowing everybody's locker code. hahaha. and forgetting it when we really needed it.
i miss sitting on top of the lockers
i miss my friends. i miss my home. i miss my family.
i miss it so much;
it hurts like the pulse behind a bruise
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