Being once again addressed as "my darling (ex)sec fours" by Mrs Tan, was a term of endearment I didn't realise I missed so much. No matter how amazing our principal is, she will never be like Mrs Tan. As I heard my form teacher deliver the citation for my classmate who was awarded Crescentian of the Year, I thought about the number of times I dozed off hearing him teach us social studies, but on that day, I treasured every word he uttered, for it was a familiar voice, a familiar memory that took me back to the good old times last year. Seeing my classmates, how I miss their faces, how I miss having school with them. We took countless photographs, treasuring every second we had with each other that day. There was a girl across the canteen, I wasn't sure if I have ever spoken to her while we were schooling here, but I knew her name, so I shouted and waved, because no matter who you are; in this place, you are my family.
It's already been 4 months into JC life.
4 months?!!????? how did that even happen????
And as much as I'm having fun and enjoying myself here, AC is no - and will never be - Crescent. I don't know how to begin explaining why it isn't so, and why it will never be so, and everyone would tell me to give AC a chance but the truth is - nowhere else feels the same way. Nowhere else makes me feel more like myself - where I can be myself, nowhere gives me the freedom to yell at the top of my lungs and not care about what others think. Nowhere else feels like home - Crescent is my home.