For some reason, people around me seem to be getting nostalgic. Cos we're graduating? Hmm....
Can't help but think back of my school uniform days. Those memories are fading soon. Seemed almost like a dream.
Days of recess times. Days of sitting in classroom of desks and chairs. Days of never seeing the need for revision because teacher gonna go through them in class anyway. Days of textbooks and workbooks (and worksheets). Days of doing homework by pen instead of Microsoft Word. Of course, the mornings of rushing homework (and giving excuses for not doing them, or rather, 'forgetting to bring').
The PE lessons *yucks*; report books; science labs with chemicals and silly instruments (and of course the bunsen burner)...
Go even further back into primary school days.... the eraser games; chasing boys and whacking them on the head; trying to figure out why Mum wrote x and y into my math problems; the cute english worksheet that had different animals each year; the super heavy school bag; playing with worms and spiders, and learning the names of plants; oh, and the Young Whatever awards with their badges (e.g. zoologist, astrologist); trying to figure out whether PSLE means Primary Six Leaving Exams or Primary School Leaving Exams......
Sigh. Those were the days, and now they're merely faded memories. Never once then did I imagine myself in my current position, doing what I am doing now, having ambitions that I'm having now.
Feels so unreal, again.
Can't help but think back of my school uniform days. Those memories are fading soon. Seemed almost like a dream.
Days of recess times. Days of sitting in classroom of desks and chairs. Days of never seeing the need for revision because teacher gonna go through them in class anyway. Days of textbooks and workbooks (and worksheets). Days of doing homework by pen instead of Microsoft Word. Of course, the mornings of rushing homework (and giving excuses for not doing them, or rather, 'forgetting to bring').
The PE lessons *yucks*; report books; science labs with chemicals and silly instruments (and of course the bunsen burner)...
Go even further back into primary school days.... the eraser games; chasing boys and whacking them on the head; trying to figure out why Mum wrote x and y into my math problems; the cute english worksheet that had different animals each year; the super heavy school bag; playing with worms and spiders, and learning the names of plants; oh, and the Young Whatever awards with their badges (e.g. zoologist, astrologist); trying to figure out whether PSLE means Primary Six Leaving Exams or Primary School Leaving Exams......
Sigh. Those were the days, and now they're merely faded memories. Never once then did I imagine myself in my current position, doing what I am doing now, having ambitions that I'm having now.
Feels so unreal, again.
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