Okay, so school's started.


Not really looking forward to the stuff that's happening. Like O's. This is going to be one stressful year.


Time for getting serious.


I can't imagine myself as a Sec 4 already. 9 years in this school, 8 months left to go. I do acknowledge the fact but somewhere deep inside me still lies the exuberance of a Sec 2.


I just want to go back to primary school days, or maybe even kindergarten. I long for the days when I was free and not so busy or stressed up with school work. I long for the times when I sat with my friends in kindergarten and we snuck ice cream behind the teacher's back.


We laughed and we giggled. Kindergarten seemed like a bore to me then. But now I realise that those were the days when I was truly free.


Sec 1 was good. Sec 2 was even better. It was when I found friends that I could really count on in times of good or bad. Sec 3 was well, what I can say a rollercoaster ride. Ups and downs, each day was a thrill. New people I met, new friends and new acquaintances. New experiences. It tuned me to life.


And now, it's already the start of my 10th year. I still remember the time when I first stepped into this school in Primary 1, feeling so lost and lonely. New strangers, different faces. I held onto my mom's hand everytime and felt apprehensive whenever I was being approached by a new face.


Primary 4 was when I went to my best friend's house to play Barbie after school each day, snuck to Shell with my neighbour to get Ben and Jerry's at night when everyone was sleeping and basically lived the life every 10 year old girl wanted.


I had my first crush, and people crushing on me.


I learnt how to ride a bike and scrapped my knee countless times, I played soccer with the boys in my neighbourhood. Yeah, I was quite rough then. I raced with them on bikes and won, I still remember the looks on their faces when they learnt that a girl had beaten them. But it was all in the name of fun, we all enjoyed playing together and trashing each other. We went over to each others' houses to play video games. Basically I did boys' stuff but was quite girly too.


Primary 6 was when I played hard every single day. I stayed back every day after school just to walk around with my friends and chat, we had girl talks on the phone which lasted for a few hours. We never ran out of things to say, a new topic could just spark up a whole conversation. Those were the friends I grew up with and treasured.


Sec 2 was when I met friends that I could really trust, some of these friends have been with me since primary school. Everyday was something to look forward to, I couldn't wait to get to school when I woke up every morning. My passion grew for the band.


Sec 3 was a time when I fell down. But I learnt to pick myself up again.


And finally, this year. My last year in SCGS. This beloved school of mine, almost like a second home. Suddenly I feel nostalgic all over again. It seems as though these 10 years have gone by in the blink of an eye. I know I should really start treasuring the last days I have here and also the friends that have been with me. But somehow, somewhere deep inside my heart is crying.


Stressed.


Yes, I finally do feel the stress. The strain of work piling up, surprise tests and new topics to learn. Old topics to revise. I see people in school studying whenever they're free, and I already feel pressured. So far I've covered the whole of last year's E Math syllabus and half of A Math for revision. What's left? So much, just so much.


And yet people who've done their O's tell me, "Aiyah, don't worry. 10 more months? That's such a long time away..."


True. But I don't want to idle my time.


I guess the only thing that I could only look forward to this year is prom. I can't wait to get a dress and maybe go book a chalet or bunk in the hotel room with my friends. Then we could party all night long.


And we'll all be sitting pretty in our dresses.



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