Good ol' poly

Not too long ago, school was a mundane chore invented by some people who thought everyone needed to learn something, something we might never use once we grew up. School was a chore, or at least it was nothing worth looking forward to, especially when it meant long distance travelling (lots of it!) and waking up in the wee hours of the morning. But there is always a part of you that beams at the thought of seeing your friends, or finishing that project that you've been working so hard on. Then you realise, it's not so bad after all. Just recently I had a chance at returning to my alma mater. God, it felt great. Even without the bustle of students walking about hurrying off to wherever it is, it still felt like a school. My school. Those.. walkways, where we had our shares of jokes; that particularly inviting loft where we held our photo exhibition, hung out... Not forgeting the library, canteen and the atrium, of course. We spent our free time there doing that little amount of assignments and sharing that huge amount of gossip. Of course, that's really all that matters. Perhaps, the worst part is seeing that those times may no longer be relived again. But trust me, you still do feel kind of connected, like some part of you was stored here- always had been, always will be. You see the school like it was a fantasy world you and your friends dreamed up, and shaped. You may have graduated, but you know you will always belong here. And more importantly, you still have that gang of friends with you.