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Tuesday, April 20, 2004
It's only 5am, and dem mozzies woke me up. Can't get back to sleep, and I felt like I have to write something.
I am nobody important, neither am I anybody great. And I don’t think I will ever be. But there is something I always call myself to be. I am a Free.
I will always remember my days as a Free. I used to be a house captain, and I fought for my house like it was my own country. My house captain’s jacket is a prized possession that brings back pleasant memories. I was a former Section Leader for the Board Of Wardens, and a former President for the Sixth Form Society and the Swimming Club.
I was proud to be a Free, and I still am. Whenever I pass by the school, I will tell the passengers in my car that this is the school from which I came from, from which my character was partially moulded. Some people have lost faith in my school, saying that the Frees has lost its former glory. Some say that it is no longer what it used to be during its good ol’ days. But I choose to believe there is hope.
The month of April always brings excitement to my bones. It always reminds me of the festivities of the PFS Sports Day. Although I am no longer a student, my sentiments for the school is always rekindled during this season when I am reminded of how I had spent a big part of my schooling life in the field. And I find great pleasure just to train in the same field for the Old Boys’ Race. It feels great to be in the school again, to meet the current Frees, and to see my teachers. It is also a privilege to teach there whenever I can.
However, yesterday, I saw the Headmaster speaking to the security guard pesonally. I was disappointed to discover that I was asked to leave the school vicinity by the security guard under his specific orders. I understand his concerns for the safety and security of the school. And I also understand that he is trying to be impartial towards all foreigners, be it strangers or Old Frees alike. Well, maybe he has no time for sentimental fools. But I can't help but feel disappointment for being asked to physically leave the school just because I am no longer a student under the school’s register, because Free School has never been foreign to me.
Some people say that I may have “letting go issues”. It may be true, because I do love the school. And I feel sad that I am no longer welcome within the school compound. Not many people may share my same sentiment, but I am sure that there is a remnant that still chooses to believe.
I am nobody important, neither am I anybody great. And I don’t think I will ever be. But there is something I always call myself to be. I am a Free.
I will always remember my days as a Free. I used to be a house captain, and I fought for my house like it was my own country. My house captain’s jacket is a prized possession that brings back pleasant memories. I was a former Section Leader for the Board Of Wardens, and a former President for the Sixth Form Society and the Swimming Club.
I was proud to be a Free, and I still am. Whenever I pass by the school, I will tell the passengers in my car that this is the school from which I came from, from which my character was partially moulded. Some people have lost faith in my school, saying that the Frees has lost its former glory. Some say that it is no longer what it used to be during its good ol’ days. But I choose to believe there is hope.
The month of April always brings excitement to my bones. It always reminds me of the festivities of the PFS Sports Day. Although I am no longer a student, my sentiments for the school is always rekindled during this season when I am reminded of how I had spent a big part of my schooling life in the field. And I find great pleasure just to train in the same field for the Old Boys’ Race. It feels great to be in the school again, to meet the current Frees, and to see my teachers. It is also a privilege to teach there whenever I can.
However, yesterday, I saw the Headmaster speaking to the security guard pesonally. I was disappointed to discover that I was asked to leave the school vicinity by the security guard under his specific orders. I understand his concerns for the safety and security of the school. And I also understand that he is trying to be impartial towards all foreigners, be it strangers or Old Frees alike. Well, maybe he has no time for sentimental fools. But I can't help but feel disappointment for being asked to physically leave the school just because I am no longer a student under the school’s register, because Free School has never been foreign to me.
Some people say that I may have “letting go issues”. It may be true, because I do love the school. And I feel sad that I am no longer welcome within the school compound. Not many people may share my same sentiment, but I am sure that there is a remnant that still chooses to believe.
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