school begins again! (but not for me) ):

i imagine the excitement of freshies congregating in clubroom, gossiping about rag, joking with seniors and reminiscing the orientation week that has just passed. some of them would spot the election posters, and contemplate whether to run for mc. some of them eager for the next year to arrive, so that they can be part of the arts camp again. some of them discussing about the upcoming bashes, the beauty pageants and their contestants. boys fresh out of NS trying to hit on girl; girls straight out of JC, vying for the most popular spot. the scent of summer, the joy of friendship, the exhilaration of a new beginning, the sweet taste of youth.

i imagine the year twos and threes gathering at the canteen to catch up with peers whom they have not seen for three months. some of them would be sulking over the end of the holidays, others would be anticipating the start of the new semester. when it comes to choosing their lunch location, some would prefer the cooler atmosphere at the second floor, where the lounge overlooks the port in the west - the hustle bustle of the lounge juxtaposed against the quiet ships in the calm sea. most others would rather position themselves on the first floor where the best stalls are situated, seats are abundant, and the food is cheap. of cos, i imagine long queues of people waiting at the most-value-for-money yong tau hu stall for the delectable laska soup. the heat of the afternoon, the buzzing of the fans, the burning of the tongue, the warmth of being back to a familiar place.

finally, i imagine a group of honours students, lamenting over the departure of many counterparts and the lack of familiar faces. they are the ones who actively search for the remnants of their cohort, expressing excitement and relief whenever they spot somebody who is left behind like them. but there will be this especially dynamic honours class, who can be spotted with a particular dress code, laughing about their summer semester and KL adventures. and there will be a few ambitious ones, who dream of bonding the class, of contributing back to the society, and of raising the profile of their future profession. secretly, they could be planning a production, a event or something exciting that would make the class stand out against other graduating classes. they are at the prime of their youth, the peak of their passion, the height of their vigor, and the top of the world.

i imagine myself packing my books and going back to school, but i know that i have embarked on the road of no return. so let me recollect the good times, let me remember all the wonderful people i've met from my freshie days to my honours year, and let me reminisce my youth and exuberance once upon a summer dream.