You see, i had this dream not a long time ago, and i've finally gotten down to writing it down.
I dreamt that one fine sunny day in between lessons, a chorus of Crazy Son pierced through the air. A long throng of pointsixteen people burst into my class and start shouting our favourite rendition of Ronin's best gayballet to date. Amongst the laughter, a voice shouted, "those who dont belong in here, GET OUT!".
i left.
along with the rest of pointsixteen, merrily busking down the yr 5 corridors.
You see, while i am not apportioning any blame to any party in my class, there is an apparent lack of loyalty to my current class. Along with this, there is simply no class spirit whatsoever. No, a few cliques here and there is not considered class spirit. While i am not proposing anything to create a class spirit as yet, i do realise that we all have to play a part. Yes, perhaps i am guilty of fleeing to the other side for my daily kicks, but still i do hope that i wouldnt have to do that any more.
From experience, a class spirit can be fostered through the means of a few class jokers. Obviously our class doesnt have one. Daryl is a pseudo-joker who cant make it sorry to say, and there isnt any other person comparable to say, Charlie of 4.11 or Chan Zheng Hao of 4.16.
Oh well, while we can be told to improve our class spirit by relevant authorities, it really is up to us to create one.
Oh ya, the dream really sort of happened in real life in January, but the "get out!" didnt really materialise. We did in fact go busking around the corridors in January, as well as bursting into the audi in the middle of the tok lectures for the new students. kinda got busted by our yr 5 director though.
Those were the days...
