Work is piling up, and while I’m staying ahead of deadlines, the whole notion of juggling multiple classes and projects makes me feel as if I were playing for my life during Squid Game. Jumping jumping jumping to stay afloat.

I dumped two assignments from my P4 class into my bag and rushed to my former workplace.

Now that I have left it, I have nothing but good memories associated with it. It has become an indispensable third space, in which I hang out with ex-students and talk briefly to ex-colleagues.

I realised that just watching them go about their mundane CCA activity filled me up with so much joy. They have grown up, be it physically or figuratively, and I’m glad to have stolen a rarefied afternoon to witness their growth.

I count my lucky stars that I have bonded with the last form class — enough for me to make the trip back to see them. And judging by their excited squeals and eager attempts to fill me in on their lives, I guess the feeling is mutual. ❤️

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Work is piling up, and while I’m staying ahead of deadlines, the whole notion of juggling multiple classes and projects makes me feel as if I were playing for my life during Squid Game. Jumping jumping jumping to stay afloat.

So I did the only sane thing I could.

I dumped two assignments from my P4 class into my bag and rushed to my former workplace.

Now that I have left it, I have nothing but good memories associated with it. It has become an indispensable third space, in which I hang out with ex-students and talk briefly to ex-colleagues.

I realised that just watching them go about their mundane CCA activity filled me up with so much joy. They have grown up, be it physically or figuratively, and I’m glad to have stolen a rarefied afternoon to witness their growth. 

I count my lucky stars that I have bonded with the last form class — enough for me to make the trip back to see them. And judging by their excited squeals and eager attempts to fill me in on their lives, I guess the feeling is mutual. ❤️