CIP Craze

These two weeks, our class is actively and merrily engaging in the Operation Rice CIP Project, which "engulfs" many of our studying hours while gives us more opportunities to get in touch with those less fortunate people as well as each other. Our song dedication scheme, honestly speaking, did not work as well as we had expected. One major reason is that the "romantic element" of students is gradually being undermined by the looming exams and say, the O Level. It is an amusing situation to mention that when the so-called "naive" kids were in Sec One, they treated the "O Level" merely as a name of a standard examnation. The mention of the name did not mean much to them since everything connected to the name is so faraway and untouchable. However, when the batch walked into the upper sec and began to feel the "existence" of the exam, every mention of the exam by teachers or parents strike their heartstrings, incresing the stress level and perhaps, blood pressure.

It is great to be in the graduation year. I say that from my own experience of 16.75 years. In graduation year, we begin to realise the levity of time and really begin to cherish the friendship which we have always been taking for granted. In graduation year, we begin to occupy most of teachers' attention, which is a godsend for us, who are going to head away from them. In graduation year, we elaborately prepare our gifts for those we loved and for those who we might never see again.

For Sec 4s, a time of retrospect, a time of sadness, a time of understanding. As I see the countdown board was being changed every day when I were in graduation year, I felt an unspeakable joy and peace, instead of stress and anxiety. Wow time is passing! And I am going to face the graduation exam! How fast and how amazing! Wasn't it yesterday when I was searching on the noticeboard for the Class Allotment Plan and was delighted to find out that I was in 102?

That was the real thrill of life! We are graduating!

Return back to the CIP...

Since upper sec people are bogged in to their pressure of exams and lower sec people are intrinsicly immune to upper sec class's plans, the amount of donation funds was only acceptible. After all, I am very heartened to see so many lovely students willing to "have a heart" and "lend a helping hand".

This week we went to nursing homes and hospitals to "delivery love". Monday,Jameyah Nursing Home. Tuesday, St Joseph's Nursing Home. Wednesday, Kong Wai Shiu Hospital. It seems that in this week we are going to carry out a secret survey on Singapore's voluntary organisations. every home is so different and everywhere we went our dear Mr Eric Tan/Mrs Sabar took photos for us as the "evidence". We danced, sang songs, played games and fed old ladies/uncles. Wei Kong, Xian Zheng and I played Chinese chess with three old folks in Kong Wai Shiu Hospital. I was stupid enough to get one loss and one stalemate. Wei Kong is so clever that I am sure he won every round. I was sort of shocked at the fact that children in modern Singapore can play Chinese chess that well. Meanwhile I am also very glad to see after all Asian people share something in common.

Tomorrow I will have History test on fascist Japan and SS test on Bonding Singapore, so I stop here.Tonight I am going to sleep early and reserve energy for tomorrow's test, and tomorrow's CIP.

I am caught in the CIP craze:)