packing

here i am packing up as i'm moving out of hall. frankly, i don't feel the sadness i felt when i moved out last year. yeh, i'll find it inconvenient to travel up and down for the next 2 weeks, but frankly? perhaps i'm used to the ebb and flow of people moving in and out of hall, that i'm numbed to it. perhaps i see more superficiality that i'm numb to it as well.

unexpectedly, i unearthed memories from my teaching days - teachers' day gifts, cards, surveys and feedback forms. I can't help but re-read every single one of them. till now i still can't believe one whole class find tombolos phallic. I mean, how? their different variations of drawings in the card doesn't seem to suggest why either.i also rediscovered the apology card that was given to me for walking out of the class. it was a little sad to re-read that, cause almost none of the promises made in the card was fulfilled, not even today i heard.

unknowingly, it's been more than half a year since i left there, and more than a year since i went back again as a full staff.

as i pack their class photos in, i can't help but realise that the memories have been unpacked.