my dear 60

Last night was a memorable class dinner at Bkt Timah Food Centre. Yes the food was good, but besides that, it was memorable, because of the people who bothered to come even though they may be tired after an entire day of school and the tension they feel due to the approaching release of O level results; the chatter and laughter as we talk loudly over food, mindless of table-manners preached by adults; and the amusing mass "escorting to the bus stop". I really love 60. It's a great class. I love Hwa Chong because I'm in 60, because I'm a part of this fantastic group of people.

I can't imagine people leaving our class because of O Level results. I can't imagine our class being split up after March because of the differences in subject combinations (the 2 major different combis being PCME and PCMK which I take) and because of the possibility of people having to take H1 MTL. No, please let that NOT happen to our class. Please let us stay together!

And to my dear beloved 60,
You raise me up... To more than I can be.