ok before anyone from 205 forgets the person whom spent 2years,in some cases and some schools 1year,with, i think i should try recalling all the moments in the course of becoming secondary3s that are memorable to everyone. the front part of the year, everyone seem sick of each other, stepping into the class with the mindset hey, why am i sitting beside this guy who doesnt talk, sleeps, sms or call in class for like half the day? yupp what we fail to realise is that we will grow to miss each other after we separate, even though we have been constantly reminded that we should treasure every moment that we have. from those we isolated themselves from the pack, to those who stood up for one another against the verbal fights against teachers for each other's rights, we are unique in our many different ways. we shared same views about things, especially those called teachers i think. we had fun working together as a class, with everyone playing his own role to make 205 shine. from topping the level in history projects, to working together, planning together in inter class games, planning every of our moves, perfecting it before the game, putting it to play, outplaying our opponents, coming back when no one expected us to. we did well, in putting people in 331, in putting our class in 5th for touch rugby, 6th for soccer. this is all our sweat and blood, the sweet memories of every game we played will always be with us, as we continue to walk down the corridor of life. the every single moment we spent together at camps, from promising each other to stay up and watch the door, to falling asleep in the end. from helping each other out of the muddy pond at river crossing, to encouraging everyone during the climb up to the top of the 'mountain', to laughing at one's over reaction upon a centipide. this memories are too hard to be erased for our minds, no one can take that friend you make over this two years away from you. other events like talking to the cows before we have lunch, to creating a cheer about the cows, to forging brotherhoods. we arent the best, only to produce the fastest crossie but not to hand up a 100% napfa pass result slip. though it was 100% pass, we worked hard to max it, from taking turns to pace, to encouraging one another after our runs, to dropping encouragements while playing our games. we spent much of our year together as one, spending time, understanding each other, being there for one another. people only learn to treasure things when they begin to lose it. i hope we have all learnt to treasure the guy next to us and become friends forever. hope everyone can keep in contact, miss you guys.