
Friday, October 21, 2011
I graduate today and I cannot sleep.
I cannot comprehend the breadth and depth of my Hwa Chong experience, or begin to compartmentalize it. So I have to take them as a torrent, enter a subliminal state, and feel the rush of utter confusion flowing through, capturing nothing but the magnitude of it all. Magnitude is non-directional, it's meaningless, it's scalar.
Then I realize that in the torrent there are people, and that what defines school life isn't anything other than the people. Experiences don't make sense except through the vectors that are people - I wonder what took me so long to realize this.
I take away not memories, not lessons, but friends. Each of whom embodies so much, yet is bite-sized enough to be appreciated and loved individually.
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