There is so much at stake at this point.

I'm just sixteen, just turned sixteen 3 weeks ago. And yet we're all sticking our toes into the ocean, just to see if it bites back with the cold we all braced ourselves for.

I have a Literature AA due in roughly eight hours, and I plan to devote every one of those hours to this AA. Because I feel like I have to. Because I can't focus, so I'm going to need every one of those hours to propel me forward, not turn around and bite my head off.

Today I realised that I was not put into B ban by merit at all. In fact, by meritocracy I belong somewhere at the end of the A ban. Seriously.

And of course, there's so much at stake at this point, Chinese is the least of my worries.

I cannot write. I cannot write, I now understand what Cheryl Foo meant when she said it was HARD to write. It's not hard, it's excruciatingly painful. The words don't fit.

Drama kids are amazing, I kid you not. They are by far the most interesting people I have met in these four years as a Rafflesian, perhaps I'd go so far to say that they top the list of most interesting people I have met in all my 16 years of being. The Potatoes command my respect with their artistry, not with their acting prowess, but their ability to make drama a way of LIFE.


It saddens me greatly to think that my juniors will not experience the same kind of appreciation and respect for the dramatic arts that led me to creating the above wall of text. But I will be forever grateful for the experience of being their zombie, for it has, above all, taught me a great deal about amateur theatre. It has shown me what it means to be a drama girl, to be able to sing like nobody's around, perform for the love of performing, take pride in every single fibre of the KS Chee carpet that has held a production together by its threads.