Nostalgia Attack.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
I went back to IJ with Paks today. As we came out of Toa Payoh MRT station, the whole deja vu/nostalgic affair started to find its way into my system. It wasn't that I didn't expect it, but it's more like a you have to feel it to believe it kinda thing. What my eyes saw, ears heard and body felt was like remembering a recurring dream and finally seeing it happen at that very moment.
Walking in through the 'bin gate', as we old girls would call it, I immediately saw my unsure and to some extent, jittery 13 year old self in that familiar shade of white and blue on my first day of school. It seemed as though it happened just yesterday. Surely, everything changed when my eyes saw for the first time what the batch of 2004 had worked so hard for. We were the only batch to do 4 solid and seriously agonising years of fund-raising. Seeing what future girls of IJ would get to enjoy - this magnificent school structure, beautiful facilities and a conducive environment to study and grow - erased all past complaints and resentment. I was so proud of what we've managed to achieve. Paks and I talked loads on what we used to do at the old site and how we loved some of the artefacts like the bell and statues which they've thankfully retained. These things gave us that sense of belonging to the school in those new and unfamiliar grounds.
Even right now, hours after the visit, there's this faint trail of IJ memories prancing around in my head. I still remember my Sec 2 days spent in the technical block, almost cut off from the rest of the school because we were a separate facility from the main school, and how we would be the last to arrive at the field for assembly because of the screwed up sound system. I remember the masses we'd have on all the days of obligation, the IJ spirit song, the far too frequent visits to 7 eleven outside school and the overdue art that left Mdm Tay frustrated and exasperated. My memories of this place are countless.
I have after all spent more than half my lifetime in this very very special place. A place I will keep close to my heart forever.
Rachel wrote in the pages of her life at 12:55 AM
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