The Art of Losing
6 more days, 36th.
It gets me quite nostalgic listening to oldies or Disney songs during morning free periods in the Council Room. Did my second last announcement on the bridge today… I still remember (though I try not to) our first few times when we made minor mess-ups that would get us feeling super embarrassed with ourselves on the way back to the college reception. Everytime I look towards our class and the other councillors scattered across the central plaza, I’d wonder if you could see me looking at you, whether you would smile back for encouragement (: Just want to say thank you for every smile that I get, that always makes my morning that bit better. Haha well I’m looking forward to re-joining A14 down in the middle of the Central Plaza during morning assemblies again, though I’m pretty sure it’s much less warm on the bridge in the recent blazing hot crazy weather.
On another note. As much as I can’t compare my personal experiences with others, I do think that the past year has just been a really different journey for me from what I expected. Honestly, no one can expect what a Council term in HCSC will be like, and that’s what makes it truly ours. It keeps changing and affects you in different ways at different points in your term. Some things that you should have just seen all along, those things that have been there for you the whole time… you suddenly see them only now and deep inside you wish for another chance to do it all again. Some things you get, some things you don’t, but ultimately we’re all really part of one Council. There are so many councillors in the 36th that I admire for being so committed to the work that we do, and for contributing even in the smallest ways. To a special someone (you know who you are), I have so much to tell you, you’ve no idea! Just, thank you for being there all the time right from the very start – it means so much to me do you know? All I can say is, I know I’ve given my very best for this batch that I love so so much, and I’ll step down without regrets. The regrets that I do have will still pain me even as I leave them behind when we move on after 13 May, but I’m slowly learning how to lose those and how to love what’s worth it instead. And what’s worth it makes me so proud that I could cry now, but I’ll save those tears for when it’s really over.
I guess these long (and perhaps boring, to some people) paragraphs on my feelings towards my Council journey in the lead-up to our stepping down will just keep appearing as time moves towards it. But this is for you, 36th (: Thank you for being the amazing people you are! <3
