I know why we're Power Rangers.
You know it took me two years and four hundred metres (oh and a baton) to learn about class spirit.
I'm surprised I can still think at this moment considering how all the blood was drained away from my brain to my legs and all, but thinking about it, class spirit probably means getting annoyed with doing something you know you'll never make yourself do but doing it anyway. This also implies that class spirit means believing and appreciating the people you have around you and not just the glory of winning (methinks I'm guilty of that, Melissa you freak). Class spirit is somehow convincing yourself that, okay, in the midst of all the crazy sports people (fine they're just pro) and considering that uh you would only be considered fit "if studying was exercising" (quote Mao), you just give it a go with what everyone says backing you. Class spirit means coming up with all sorts of reasons, including some uh less...well fine scientific ones (sorry Munyee but the thing about me not having run before ah...is still a bit irrelevant/weird/illogical lah. But I know you're smart so that makes up for it.) to encourage people, but you know it's all encouragement, even if it's...crappy reasons. (Sorry lah!)
(Zomgosh so much Singlish.)
I'm not sure if class spirit means being so broken when you feel like you've let them down, but I know for sure that class spirit means chances and all sorts of understanding and...believing more in "just doing our best" than getting that first place (ahemahem Melissa you have a lot to learn from here). And class spirit, I believe, transcends stupid bickering HAHA to think I can actually find it amusing.
And most of all class spirit means the courage to do something even when you (TKAM TKAM!) "know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what". I know they said that you "rarely win, but sometimes you do", but perhaps things like class spirit are rewarded with...wins. And the most amazing ones and that.
God makes me learn about things in all sorts of interesting ways, and this must be one of them. I'm sure He knows I have no knack for running (let's just say in the final two hundred metres I felt awful awful awful much even when I was screaming - really I was screaming I wonder if anyone heard hm - at myself to go on and it hurt like goodness knows what), but well when things like these happen I'm sure He meant for me to learn more than how to pass a baton correctly (hah at first I didn't get it and kept whacking it into Nik's palm and Munyee was all "NOOOO!").
Well I'm mighty glad I'm ending my years in SC on a note like this. Haha to add on to that today we started practising marching for our cheer routine and golly gosh it was SO AWFUL AMUSING it's like "I LOVE MARCHING!" + "ZOMGOSH 4PR!", now that's what you call a lethally happy-making combination.
Maybe I will miss SC so bad it will hurt after all. Like primary school: come to think of it that thing was really attached to me, clinging to me like a mollusk/shellfish/whatever. And yes primary school: Joycelin's birthday today! Sigh if we weren't located so far apart I would have met her after school or something. Well at least we kind of live around the same area! I think it's the Last Year Factor, always making things so significant. Hmm.
Wow to think I can think so much and write so much after the torture of four hundred metres ._. I am insane.
I'm just awfully, awfully thankful.
I'm surprised I can still think at this moment considering how all the blood was drained away from my brain to my legs and all, but thinking about it, class spirit probably means getting annoyed with doing something you know you'll never make yourself do but doing it anyway. This also implies that class spirit means believing and appreciating the people you have around you and not just the glory of winning (methinks I'm guilty of that, Melissa you freak). Class spirit is somehow convincing yourself that, okay, in the midst of all the crazy sports people (fine they're just pro) and considering that uh you would only be considered fit "if studying was exercising" (quote Mao), you just give it a go with what everyone says backing you. Class spirit means coming up with all sorts of reasons, including some uh less...well fine scientific ones (sorry Munyee but the thing about me not having run before ah...is still a bit irrelevant/weird/illogical lah. But I know you're smart so that makes up for it.) to encourage people, but you know it's all encouragement, even if it's...crappy reasons. (Sorry lah!)
(Zomgosh so much Singlish.)
I'm not sure if class spirit means being so broken when you feel like you've let them down, but I know for sure that class spirit means chances and all sorts of understanding and...believing more in "just doing our best" than getting that first place (ahemahem Melissa you have a lot to learn from here). And class spirit, I believe, transcends stupid bickering HAHA to think I can actually find it amusing.
And most of all class spirit means the courage to do something even when you (TKAM TKAM!) "know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what". I know they said that you "rarely win, but sometimes you do", but perhaps things like class spirit are rewarded with...wins. And the most amazing ones and that.
God makes me learn about things in all sorts of interesting ways, and this must be one of them. I'm sure He knows I have no knack for running (let's just say in the final two hundred metres I felt awful awful awful much even when I was screaming - really I was screaming I wonder if anyone heard hm - at myself to go on and it hurt like goodness knows what), but well when things like these happen I'm sure He meant for me to learn more than how to pass a baton correctly (hah at first I didn't get it and kept whacking it into Nik's palm and Munyee was all "NOOOO!").
Well I'm mighty glad I'm ending my years in SC on a note like this. Haha to add on to that today we started practising marching for our cheer routine and golly gosh it was SO AWFUL AMUSING it's like "I LOVE MARCHING!" + "ZOMGOSH 4PR!", now that's what you call a lethally happy-making combination.
Maybe I will miss SC so bad it will hurt after all. Like primary school: come to think of it that thing was really attached to me, clinging to me like a mollusk/shellfish/whatever. And yes primary school: Joycelin's birthday today! Sigh if we weren't located so far apart I would have met her after school or something. Well at least we kind of live around the same area! I think it's the Last Year Factor, always making things so significant. Hmm.
Wow to think I can think so much and write so much after the torture of four hundred metres ._. I am insane.
I'm just awfully, awfully thankful.