I went back today to get my cert and how unfamiliar the school has become. A red VJC statue was erected in the garden, specially for photo-taking. The lockers were torn down and in place were ugly faded class photos. A not-too-bad mural was drawn opposite LT5. Even the art room smells different. It smells like a normal classroom. It was messy but not the familiar kind of messy. On the cupboards and tables were drawings that were far to nice. I missed the smell where we enter the art room and we smell the turpentine Rick was using the day before and left to stink the room. I miss the heart-jumping-out-of-your-mouth moments after a few days break, and finally returning to the art room, opening the door to Rick's newest scary af painting. As much as I won't want to say this, I miss Rick, goddamnit. I miss bickering with him and just rolling my eyes at all the stupid comments he gives. I miss Runrun too. I still remember him trying to act cool and putting his stomach on the low table and splashing paint on the canvas. I remember telling him that he was stupid and he could have just knelt down or bent down.
Like what Hwee said on her blog post, I doubt there's any other floor more comfortable than Art Room floor. Honestly, I think I have slept on Art Room floor more than I have slept in my own house's floor. There won't be that much of crazy assignments in university anymore... to the point I fell asleep holding a scissors.
There's no more jamming sessions with Bel and Hanwen and TR where we just sit down and sing and play to any kind of song that comes to our minds. As much as I can't sing, I would still try to hum and sing along as I can and at least, they don't ask me to shut up (SQ if you are reading this, opps).
Damn the feels.
I think if I could, I would want to make another blood orange. (laughs)
When I entered the school, there was that instant feeling you get where you know that everything has changed. The people in canteen are juniors I have never met before. (Anyway guys, if you guys keep staring I will think I sibei preetz ok). It came as shock when Mr T told me that Mr Liong left ZH and is currently the vice-principal of NJC. Wao.
When I went to the GO to grab my cert, I told the staff I was from 14A15 and honestly, there was a kind of familiarity in saying that. 14, eh, want fight! Then, I saw this form that I had actually filled up and in the end did not submit. Life would be so different now if I did submit this form.
At one moment, the staff was perplexed as if she could not find our names that was in our class sheet and Q asked if we did say our class correctly. At the moment, I realised, time has really passed. We have all moved on in life. We can finally look at Mrs Koh and ask her if she wanted us to help her mark her papers (because she ALWAYS complains about having tons of papers to mark). Yet, we have moved on to the point where we have kind of forgotten the very identity that marks us as a spot in the school.
I guess, it's ok. We have moved on with life but the friendships forged will still be there. Ending off, guess who looks the darkest in the photo below. (laughs)
