RJ's having their official opening ceremony this weekend. I sure wish I could be there! They have a special website for it. And there's this sengment where Rafflesians get to post their memories of RJ. I shall write mine here.. and if I feel like I'll submit mine. Haha


The 2 years I spent in RJC at the Ghim Moh campus hold the fondest and dearest memories I have of my 12 years of Singaporean education. I still remember the first day of school as I entered the concourse with an eager anticipation of starting in a new school. I still recall the excitement I had of swapping pinning my first RJ school badge onto my dark blue pinafore that I later swapped for my water-proof, fire proof purplish white top and green skirt.

Orientation was the start of my 2 years. Algoroth was the theme for my year and we had Askkar and Maldor strutting their stuff. The games, the mud pit with the centipedes, the very same mud pit that caused a terrible stink in our classroom the following year, Orientation night with the fire in the netball courts.

I cannot really pinpoint a fondest memory I have of my days at RJ as there are just too many to choose from.I remember the LT 1 that was freezing cold during the monsoon season and how it corridor outside used to flood during that time as well. I remember during my chemistry lecture test in LT 1 after the air-con broke down and having lectures cancelled because it was impossible to have lectures in there in the heat.

The library where I used to hide in whenever I did not finish my tutorials was the place I remember getting thrown out of when some other student decided to make a tad too much noise!

I remember the pond outside the room my class used to have most of our tutorials in and having to save the tortoises after the got swept out due to the raising water levels during the rainy periods.

I remember biology practicals on Tuesday afternoons and having to draw gazillions of slide pictures and Mr Nah going, " Draw what you see and not what you think you are supposed to see!" I remember chemistry practicals on Thurday afternoons with the many broken burettes and a table sloshed full of potassium permanganate.

My class of 2S03I, 2001 was probably what made my time at RJ such a fantastic one. I remember the lunches we used to have at Ghim Moh market with all the duck rice and claypot noodles and the one and only time we ever bothered to line up for the famous char kway teow. I remember how we used to fight in line for the sweet and sour fried fish from stall number 2 at the old Mt. Sinai campus.

All the hours I spent with the RJ Chorale also hold fond memories in my heart. I remember how we used to stay back and sing in LT 2.5 while painting the chorale banner and the pink shoes I wound up with because someone spilt paint all over them. I remember the container classrooms we used to have extra sectionals and committee meetings in.

All in all, I know one thing about my days in RJC. Even though 4 years have passed since I left the school. My memories of my Rafflesian days still live on in my heart.

Auspicium Melioris Aevi

Make My Life A Sacrifice
;7:45 PM

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