teachers' day pilgrimages
Today Cheryl gave me a can of canned air. The label says that it is authentic Mt Fuji 'fresh' air. Cheryl advises me that the air inside the can smells rather tinny and that it is not quite worth it to actually open the can. The can itself is rather pretty, and a worthy exchange for a Death Note. : )
Revisiting your alma mater is affirming and annoying at the same time, because while it confirms that your troubled adolescence wasn't just a figment of your imagination, it also drives in the paradoxes of change and inertia. You've changed, the school has changed, the teachers have changed, but we're forced to communicate on a level of stagnancy based on what happened years ago.
DHS people, however, are as nice as ever. I was running about looking for Ms Devi and a netball player was kind enough to go out her way to tell me that she was probably in the staff room. Of all the teachers I met, though, I sort of slid past 杨老师, and I completely ignored Ann Ang. Brr. Shu Yuen was nowhere to be seen, but by all reports she looked 'dead'. Mr Ng's promotion probably galls her sadly.
Mr Kiw is hale, healthy and as hawkish as ever. When I bumped into him during my quest for Ms Devi he took a quick look at my attire and said, '还不错，挺像样的哦！'
The DHS temporary campus is situated within walking distance of Ghim Moh hawker center. They are unbelievably lucky. The makan there is fantastic.
The uncle at the drinks stall is still there. He has been there ever since DHS was born, over 50 years ago. His son was manning the place when we went to buy drinks. DHS has a tradition so traditional that it is unbelievable.
Revisiting your alma mater is affirming and annoying at the same time, because while it confirms that your troubled adolescence wasn't just a figment of your imagination, it also drives in the paradoxes of change and inertia. You've changed, the school has changed, the teachers have changed, but we're forced to communicate on a level of stagnancy based on what happened years ago.
DHS people, however, are as nice as ever. I was running about looking for Ms Devi and a netball player was kind enough to go out her way to tell me that she was probably in the staff room. Of all the teachers I met, though, I sort of slid past 杨老师, and I completely ignored Ann Ang. Brr. Shu Yuen was nowhere to be seen, but by all reports she looked 'dead'. Mr Ng's promotion probably galls her sadly.
Mr Kiw is hale, healthy and as hawkish as ever. When I bumped into him during my quest for Ms Devi he took a quick look at my attire and said, '还不错，挺像样的哦！'
The DHS temporary campus is situated within walking distance of Ghim Moh hawker center. They are unbelievably lucky. The makan there is fantastic.
The uncle at the drinks stall is still there. He has been there ever since DHS was born, over 50 years ago. His son was manning the place when we went to buy drinks. DHS has a tradition so traditional that it is unbelievable.
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