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Monday, January 5, 2009


A gift for the new year

To my dearest E1s,

You'd have received my gift by now - it was actually meant for the first day of school, but alas circumstances had it such that the gifts were only distributed on Monday. Another unfortunate thing is also that I simply couldn't find a picture with everyone in it, due to absentees on various days where we took whole class photos (and also people who deliberately hide themselves in the picture!), but I had to pick one, so I picked the most recent, taken on the last day of school in Semester 1 2008. No matter what, I really hope you do like it cos it took me quite a lot to get all the things organised, cut them to size (the silly Ikea frame doesn't seem to be of the standard photo size; ugh!), assemble them, and have Mrs Lee pick them up from me. Credits to her for doing that favour for us, and many thanks to the people who helped with the distribution even though we aren't all together as a class anymore. I very much appreciate the time and effort taken :)


So anyway, why a present? Well, there are multiple reasons. Apart from wanting for there to be something to make all you reluctant kids smile on the dreary first day of school, I suppose I really want you to have something tangible and physical to remind each of us of the two years you spent together with each other, and the 1.5 years I spent with you. A more personal reason for me is actually to do something nice for you while I'm still somewhat recent in your experiences in school, and haven't become totally irrelevant to your lives; and the reason for doing that, a little selfish though it might be, is hopefully to be remembered by you all.

It's a fact of life - and a truth that you may already have learnt, or if not will eventually find out - that when people's paths diverge and they no longer see each other on a regular basis, they are not able to be as involved in each others' lives and hence become less relevant to each other - a word I had chosen to use in the earlier paragragh.

That being said, is not necessarily a sad thing. It is first of all, only a natural progression in life; for one, I can't possibly always be a teacher to you in the setting of a secondary school because you aren't always going to remain in school, and neither am I always going to be teaching in the same place - yes, I'm aware that it has already been established in reality (;

Still, let's not just all move on as if nothing happened before. How I personally handle partings in life is to move on but still look back at old experiences - to enjoy the memories with the people I had been with, take the good things from the past to direct ourselves forward, and learn from the bad what to avoid. When our paths cross again - be it from a catch-up gathering, an unexpected meeting on the street - we'll pick up from where we left off, and I'll show the same warmth and care the friendship deserves, as it was from the old days.

That's what I think anyway. You'll probably figure out what perspective you'll take on friendships that become old. But if I may offer a piece of advice, from someone who has gone ahead of you, friends get harder to come by once you are done with school; by then, you'll find that it'll be easier to maintain old friendships than to start new ones.

That, is of course assuming that you have to begin with, friendships to be maintained. Let's hope there is, and that there will be.

Two months ago, I had a class gathering with my ex-classmates from secondary school. We were in the same class in Sec 3 and 4, but we hadn't seen each other for 13 years since we left school. Only 10 people could make it that day, but after more than a decade, I reckon a quarter of the class is jolly good. We had such a great time getting up to speed about each other's life and work, who's married, who's with kids, and then we had an even greater time talking about old times in school, of our teachers and other classmates.
A few weeks later, I went with 2 friends to visit the school, and caught up with our form teacher who, after all this time still remembers us, and all the antics we were up to some 13 years ago.

Perhaps someday, a decade on, this may be a picture of you and your upper sec classmates, or even with your lower sec classmates. I hope that even then, me and my strictness, along with my somewhat boring (but still useful) English lessons will still be mentioned somewhere in your conversation.


One last thing about the gift - I wanted to make sure you know in some way, that even though I'm no longer around much, and don't have the chance to tell you: I'll still remember all of you, simply because you meant a lot to me, and even though we'll all be moving on, my thoughts are still with all of you, except that I'll have little opportunity to make that known.

I hope that somehow, all these things can be conveyed in that small gift, and that you'll find the gift to fulfil some, if not all, of the purposes I've mentioned.


With much love, and best wishes for the new year,

Mrs Foo
5 Jan 2009



1:19 PM

We will still be friends forever.