CRC

Over these 12 years, (what I like to think of as) fate has carried me across the many corners of our school. Familiar and unfamiliar faces revealed to me the world and myself in glimpses, especially when I was unprepared. I’m grateful for the naive conceptions that matured into a resolve for who I want to be, and for the friendships forged in the crucible of teenage rebellion, all of which will undoubtedly follow me into the misted future.

In the years to come, I’m sure tear-stained memories will become rose-tinted, and the unsavoury bitterness of DP will be replaced by honeyed nostalgia as ISF (some corners more than others) shall remain the “somewhere only we know”.