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Thursday, November 26, 2009 @ 11:47 PM
It was always—and perhaps, always will be—a marriage of convenience, one-oh-one. On that unremarkable morning of the fifth of February a group of students with disparate personalities, varying characteristics and profoundly different lives came to Meridian Junior College to find their names printed on an innocuous notice board outside the school's general office, instructing them to assemble in front of an OGL holding an ugly blue sign which read 'Callisto 2'. This event, though seemingly unremarkable, would set them on a remarkable trajectory for the rest of their JC lives.
In this little collection of people there were many types, ranging from the eccentric to the more eccentric. Each one of them was gifted with a unique personality, inimitable and irreplaceable. The result was a class without a coherent identity, one which was fragmented in a pattern of cracks that ran deep and long. However this lack of solidarity, ironically enough, came to define the class in time—the only trait common to us all was the mutual understanding that we could never be a nuclear family.
One-oh-one-ers on a field trip no one wanted to go
In the months that followed the initial gathering the typical happened. Alliances were forged. Enemies were made (mostly facetiously). Alliances were broken. But somehow within the dynamic system of the class we never forgot the most important lesson in friendship: always acquaint yourself with people you are forced to spend a substantial amount of time with.
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It's not a cup
We were, deservedly or not, labeled as the shiny academic pinnacle of the college. One Oh One – the first class of the first series of classes. It was more than a name, it was an image. Some among us did everything (intentionally or otherwise) to uphold this image, while others tried everything to dispel it. The teachers expected great things from us, and time and again we always failed to disappoint.
Pizza Partaye
The year came and went like a party guest who asks to spend the night (excruciatingly slowly), but eventually it did come to an end. The promos killed off a few of us, who shall be missed dearly. Others left on their own volition. But I think we all know that though our ties are tenuous, even when we are apart, we will always be together.
Smiles from the sleep-deprived and unshowered
I can say that I am proud to have spent a year in this class. And I think I can hazard a conjecture and say each and every one of you, though you may be loath to admit it, feels likewise. It has been a great run, one-oh-one, and for those still with us for the next year, I hope that it will continue to be as such.
- Nicholas Wong, 09S101
