Snowdrops for Ike

     ‘How are you, Ms Chung?‘, Mirabel would ask. Mirabel was my housemate last year, she was from Cameroon. I crave for that greeting now as I haven’t seen her for almost a year. Feeling a little guilty for not trying harder to keep in touch.

     So how am I at the moment? Not very well, I was pretty annoyed with myself earlier for taking 6 hours of nap, turning off my alarm clock without realizing it, and leaving my phone silent, causing Patrick to ring me 16 times. And now I’m wide awake at 3am, reflecting on my life so far.

     I met my counsellor, Pn Kasthuri, from college earlier and I haven’t seen her for about 3 years, since I left college in 2004. I was really excited, as she had made a great impact on my academic life a few years ago.

‘I remember you were in my office last time, thinking whether to do medicine or not?’, the first thing she said. I was hit, of course, I almost forgotten about that, but now it is all flashing back to me. How I knocked on her door so many times, disturbed her with my constant debate within myself and the troubles adjusting to college life, not having to live away from home before.

     And she mentioned also that my dad had rung her a few days before, just to say hi. I was surprised as he never told me that. And I also remember my dad had also ‘worked’ very hard during my 2 years in college. He was worried, concerned, and never failed to attend the Parents’ Day to keep in contact with my teachers. He never got anything more than ‘Iris is too quiet’, I guess. I am not sure, I didn’t want to be there so that my teachers could backstab me however they like.

     And sometimes, especially today, I miss my college life. I can say for sure, that it was the time i performed the best in academics (because there was no internet in my room), it was the time I actually had enough exercise every day with the sports centre so close by, and the swimming pool! yeah!

     I miss everything. The chalets. Resource Centre, Dining Room, Grand Hall with the piano in there. The uniform as well.

     Right now, I need to work harder. I don’t want my 2 years of effort in getting to UK go wasted just like that. Oh my teachers…Mr Vroege, Mr Amran, Mr Colin Dant, and…Dr Bano. Dr Bano, my tutor, had persuaded me to rise to the challenge, to reach for my personal best. How I would sit in front of her on Friday afternoons to unload my concerns and cry (when nobody else was around).

     And now I am here, with all the memories of college. The greatest times there with Nisa. My father, who never forgot my counsellor. I am touched with all the blessings. I hope I will feel guilty and humble enough to correct my mistakes, learn my lessons and simply, to become a better person.

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