Deteriorate
it came to me that i should just blog whether i feel good or not.
anyway, there is always something i wanted to say about my present school, which was also my secondary school. but just too lazy to write that.
everytime i think of it, it pricks my emotions. To see the same school i'm in- ACS, been worn to this extent is saddening. I was a sec 4, now a j1. Only little more stress. But ACS is now so much, too much of an institution.
It was fine in sec 4. I feel it when we win the title, or lose the title. especially the B div. We failed to achieve the title for 3 years. I felt the prick, and it's not pleasant. And now, even as B div or A div owns, i feel nothing. B div won the title. I only smiled and thought "praise the Lord, they got it back". But i feel little hapiness, or at least, happy for them.
How much did we really progress? Names, engravements, plagues, gold, platinium, all the milestones you can think of. Immense but gray, solid but dead. Where was the rainbow that ran through the corridors?
Have we became tired and worn out? Or have deadlines killed our spirits?
However, its a paradox. We have worked harder, churned out more stuff then ever, and pushed the lines of our threshold to the exponent. However, dead on these lines we lay, for tomorrow is another factory day, no one finds nothing to say, pick up your tools and destroy the spirit, for another title we build for in 2 years, but forgetting the glory of the once ACS.
Labels: heart, Literary
