Been back to Crescent the past few days and would probably be going back the whole of next week to do some stuffs....


Going back to Crescent brought back so many memories, memories of the school compound, the library, the canteen, the classrooms (the container classrooms are now gone though), the food, the facilities, the teachers, and of course, the friends. The sense of familiarity and belonging was overwhelming, I wished at that point of time, I could be back, as a student, that is.

Undoubtedly, the happiest times were spent in Crescent, being part of the big family called 4C2. The people were great, and so were the teachers. Mrs Yip who awed us with her beautiful biological drawings, whose warm and smile never failed to offer us a sense of security and assurance; Miss Chua with her nagging ( " Girls, we're behind time!!!!!") which we always laughed at, and her commitment which touched us so much; Miss Tan with her mega-watt smile, who always blushed when asked about her boyfriend; Miss Seah who impressed us with her vast knowledge of Chemistry, her glamorous dressing style, and her Christian Dior handbag; Mdm Lim who pushed us so hard in a gentle way, that even people like Eileen who was deemed as a failure in mastering the Chinese language, could get an A2 for her Os; Mr Lim who always sang "Xiaowei", and was so patient he never got irritated by the endless Physics qs I had for him; Mrs Koh who loved telling us stories (esp the one which her husband's friend pretended to faint, just so that the group of them could get through the Chinatown crowd).


And of course, our classroom was like our second home. Although they were mere container classrooms due to PRIME construction, at least they were air-conditioned. Our classroom, like all the other classrooms, smelt funny. It wasn't too bad to us of course, for it was like our second home, we all felt cosy and comfortable in there. We tried hard to cover up for that smell with our trademark potpourri air freshener sponsored by our ever dearest Chairperson Eileen Tay, but as a result, the classroom smelt funnier. Ha, we should have expected that anyway.
Our classroom also doubled as our changing room. Lazy 4C2ians changed out of PE attire after recess, with some of us holding up our windbreakers and our resident yellow quilt to help cover up.

Attempts to smuggle food into the classroom was always seen as a challenge. Eating under our tables, or in some corner of the classroom, etc. Eileen sucked at this (I bet she still suck now), for she always got caught by Miss Tan during Geography for stuffing cookies or sweets into her mouth. Was it plain unluckiness or lousy eating skills??????


The stupid ruler incident started by Eileen which caused us to get scolded by Miss Tan, yet again. No doubt a troublemaker, heh, Eileen would always be my best seating partner (she always had lotsa food), though we always squabbled over the slightest trivial matters. Plain childishness, but fun.


Greedy people like us always looked forward to recess. There was Vicki's and WaiYin's favourite stall no. 7 the Vegetarian Food, and Eileen's favourite stall no. 3 Fishball Noodles. Me???? I ate just about anything and everything. Heh. No sense of guilt for eating so much, for we had our Tuesdays and Thursdays Mass Run (which we dreaded) to help us burn off those excess fats and uh....carbos????????? We ate till our heats' content.


Our Queen Bee Production in Sec 3 for Share-A-Thought was so spastic. Yet, it was something we would never forget, because it was so hilarious, and uh, spastic. HA. We put in quite a bit of effort to come up with that, and inevitably, there were disagreements and all, but it was all these that brought us closer together as 4C2, and one big Crescentian family. And hey, not forgetting our ugly 'CWO' class T which was really ugly. But nonetheless, we wore it as one class, despite comments that it was really um UGLY.



The Guide Den was our hiding place for our handphones (hps weren't allowed at that time). It doubled as our playground and treasure room. Slacking in there was never boring, though it smelt quite a bit of kerosene and dried logs???????? Exploring the Guide Den was exciting, for we would always dig up some antiques and past awards and sovenirs from campfires donkey yrs ago.

And oh yeah, our toilets were clean too.

The school looks a lil' different now after PRIME, but nonetheless, it still offered us a sense of belonging. Happy memories in Crescent would stay for us to hold on to, but we would have to learn to live out of it, and move on with life.

School life in a JC can't be compared to Crescent, though.

Speaking about JC, I've regretted coming to SA. Ok, maybe not regretted, but I feel that it had been a wrong choice to come to SA. The best part of SA is that its fun, but thats the worse bit of it. Its so fun that its not easy to get down to work. Sure enough, I've made new and great friends there. But anything besides that really pales in comparison to Crescent (I'm referring to JCs in general now). The teachers don't really care about their students, it just seems they teaching us just for the sake of doing so, and to get their monthly wages. Except for some teachers, but thats really just a minority. Even so, they don't seem to be able to connect well with the students. No bonding at all. Oh and in SA, the culture there is quite slack. As a result, u tend to slack also.

And probably if I've gone to NJC or VJC, I would have studied better. It might not be as fun, but thats just a primary concern. But since I'm in SA now, really there's no pt complaining to my family and friends. I'll just have to make the best out of it.






But still, I miss Crescent.