On the bus today, I passed a certain jaysee in the dover area. Through the bus window and the green fence yonder, I spotted a mass of bright coloured shirts donned by people along the bleachers.
Sports day? Can’t be. Then it clicked – it’s January, some people I know have entered jaysees… ah, orientation!
Ah, my juniors, 5 years later. Their hearts are brimming with dreams. It’s written on their faces. I love that about youth. An imaginary hand extends from me to pat their heads, while my real nose wrinkles as their perspiration evaporates into the bus’ air. I might add, the ones with the special white shirts (i.e. oh gee elles) walked with an air of extra confidence as they gathered their ‘kids’. I love that sense of ownership.
Those were the days when all we ever worried about was studies [if we did worry, considering the school culture].
Recalling all the memories of 06/07, I smiled to myself. Gotta love it.
