Yesterday was Orientation Day for the Form Ones, my first time facilitating. The Form Ones this year look like an okay bunch, I think. Even the smart ass who, after being shown all the toilets in the school, went, "Don't tell me there's another toilet here" when I was showing his class Block F. I am probably not one of the best tour guides around -- I think I made stuff look boring and near killed 1 Mawar's interest in KH, if they had any in the first place. But, well, I showed them where everything is and all that, got the job done.
So many parents were grilling the prefects about the school, which was understandable. Honestly, I could imagine my own parents asking the same questions, so I smiled and patiently answered them. Some questions were kind of hard to answer ("How is the school's academic performance?"), but the stupidest one was: "You're a prefect, right?" The parent asked that after asking a whole string of questions, too. NO, ACTUALLY. I'M NOT A PREFECT -- I'M THE HEADMISTRESS.
It was weird, you know, when they asked me what form I'm in and I answered, "Form Five." It felt weird, but at the same time, completely natural. Hmm. Maybe I've unknowingly accepted the fact that it's our year to die slowly and painfully. So much for being in denial, pfft.
I can't say I remember my own Orientation Day very well. Pretty sure I was utterly miserable, though. All my friends had been posted to different schools, and the only two other former students of my primary school, one I was not on good terms with and the other I never spoke to. I missed my gang, my band of friends, the people with whom I made a pact to keep in touch with but eventually drifted away from anyway. At least 60% of Samadians are from Sri Petaling, so people pretty much had their own little groups already. It was very awkward.
Actually, you know what? My whole Form One year was awkward, I was a very awkward Form One student. Yeah. Thank goodness (most of) that's over!
It's funny how things turn out. Exactly four years ago, I could not for the life of me imagine starting school at Samad; now, I cannot for the life of me imagine leaving. Hmm.
School starts tomorrow, and we're all moaning and groaning about that. Kind of stupid how I don't want to leave but don't want to go back, either. I guess it's because I know school's still there for me now, it's a kind of constant. Once it's not there anymore, once I'm out, who knows what's out there for me?