miniscule school, miniscule world
I write lies in my essays. Whatever I have written for my General Paper up till now has been a bunch of beliefs that I’ve never believed in but which I wrote down because it was politically correct, because it had more SVs going for it than OVs.
For my promotional examinations, i started the essay with:
“Education is the equalizer of all Man…”
What a load of crock.
One by one schoolmates have entered the office, seen a teacher…all in danger. Several are going to polytechnic, one’s considering heading to Laselle, some are going to be retained and others yet are appealing.
Funny how the appeal cases are both alumnus of TKSS. How far does TK actually plan ahead in considering it’s students survivability in tertiary institutions? Nada. At least the ones who come to Meridian aren’t exactly the best lot. This is not another TK, it’s not believe me this.
While the world is undergoing a massive global economic crisis, we’re all caught up in our little adolescent utopia. Utopia? No, more like damnation that will last for 2 years.
No, now that we’re in blue nurse uniforms, we don’t care about how the singapore dollar is falling, inflation, recession, the economy failing, life savings wiped out. Haha! That fundamentally nips in the bud what the fuck is wrong with the system. It places a blanket over your head and forces you to take the blue pill ( not viagra).
You go to bed and awke up believing what you want to believe. We’ve all too many troubles to care about the world outside. Our boundaries are clearly demarcated with blue and white, with green fences and marks and papers, a reply slip and a old empress dowager sitting us down and talking infront of us tomorrow in the hall.
The prospect of her is frightening already but the aftermath will be the most devastating. It’ll be like a battlefield with weeping widows over dead soldiers with God Is An Astronaut playing in the background. Epic, haunting, beautiful but oh so melancholic and morose it would hurt.
I’ve seen friends shattered, I’ve seen friends of those friends shattered. I am that buoy in the sea of grief because I am just afterall bobbing along. No, trying to comfort people and saying it’s OK would be one hell of a lie and would be something wrong to do. (some idiotic black captain did that, thanks for making feel better.)
All I can do for now is to sit here and watch for now.
Remember how to overcome grief. One has to accept it first and realize it’s existence and then push it away.
From Sarah’s:
Fear is False Enemy Appearing Real. None of us should never be fearful, there are mountains to be overcome but remember…
Mountains can be moved.
