Memories are made of...

Memories are made of ...

Auld lang syne always comes a little earlier for me.
This is because, that classic melody is sung at each graduation ceremony that the school holds for its graduating classes for the year.

You may think that I would be a veteran at saying goodbye.
Unfortunately, the years of experience do not make it any easier. It is true that there are days when you feel that I simply cannot wait for these young people to leave,..but when that day comes...it is tough.

The nature of my job now does not allow me to have my own form class...But that does not mean I am detached from the kids. (I look back with fondness the memories of the classes that I grew up with ...for I remained their FT for 4 long...long...long years)

This year, especially, I had taken over from others at odd periods, and one of the greatest challenges was building rapport for I was not sure how I would fit in, or how they would respond to me. (Plus I am getting on in age...and perhaps more unyielding).

But like I always believe, things happen for a reason...and I found myself blessed getting to know a group of hardworking, and fun-loving young people. (Yea...there is a lot of hope for the world)

So to class of 08...and those whom I have called my own...my prayers and hopes go with you.

Thank you for
- the laughter and the tears
= the gratification and frustration
- the good and bad times
- and the beautiful memories.

All the best in making your mark in the world.

Love
Mdm Dee