Love is so short...forgetting is so long.
pablo neruda
i met s11 during the first half of may 2006 and saw them again in mid 2007...in between this span of time, i've seen some leaving the class while others stayed behind and worked the hard way. jc life is too short, with little time given to foster and nurture what matters most: relationships and inner growth. like many, they felt the brunt.
their vague affection for each other amid the snapping politics... remained even though the class gradually dwindled in size. still, i remember our early days in com lab 2, where lesson can leap anywhere from the intoxicating science of the x-men to the deathly detached sense of collective silence on capital punishment...
s11. somewhat boisterious in jc 1 but grew tired in faith as the terms rolled into year two. something else kept the class special and you are remembered for that always. i will always remember well your goodwill on the night so many of you turned up to say goodbye as i left for study overseas...the kind notes and jersey you sent to cheer me on cold and boring days alone in melbourne. the reunion we had again last july and the sacred ties and notes that made us one in that darkened room on our last day at school. you took the step to make your feelings known and helped all to recognise all that we have failed to value and forgive.
reconciliations are rare in the experience of most students during college life since time is so short. still, i take pride in being part of your renewal, your forgiveness, your letting go as we wrapped up 2 very intense, yet distant and significant years in the time u have known one another...
i hope your friendships remain and continue to grow in the many years to come...* * *
thank u too for being and wanting to be...
a very special part of my teaching journey...
a clear and shining light...
