We celebrated National Day at school yesterday and I must say, I really didn’t expect to enjoy myself as much as I did. I thought I’d be struggling to get my kids enthused; little did I know that they would be more than willing to put aside their pre-conceived notions about the scaled-down classroom celebrations and fully participate in the activities. We had such a wonderful time playing the games, and singing our little hearts out loud to the National Day songs, I think we got a little high. :p

However amid all the laughter, I nearly cried. As I was singing along, it dawned on me that I would probably never experience this with my form class again. I almost broke down right there. In fact, for the past few weeks, whenever I’m teaching these kids, there’d always be moments when I would just look out at them and right there, even though all of them were with me, I’d just be missing them. Call me sappy, but I really do have a crazy huge attachment to this class of mine. Perhaps it’s the “first form class” syndrome but I always think of them as my babies. My darlings. And because we’ve been through so much over the past two years, I really can’t help but hold them dear to my heart.

As much as I would love to have them all come back next year, I know they don’t have the same plans for their lives. Some are content with working immediately after they graduate, some yearn for bigger things, while others are happy to go wherever their results bring them. Whatever happens, I just want all of them to be the best they can be and be proud of their own achievements.

Saying goodbye to them is gonna be so incredibly tough.