Thinking back now
We've gone through lots and lots
Though our class really sucks in maths
but we still know that
10 fingers are not enough for us to list out all of those obstacles
that we had face throughout these years
Ugly words, all giving ups by the school and teachers
By saying that our class was the lousiest class in the school
By saying that we can't make it through N's and O's
Bits and parts of that counts in our memories
Once, there was no classroom for our class
As the school had thought that there won't be a class
Named "5n2"
Eventually, we came back with the 26 of us
Using a room that used to be used by the Robotics Club.
With no clock, no duster, no broom, no nothing.
Available for us, were just those spoilt curtens, dusty chairs and tables
A place whereby we are only able to hear shoutings and runnings of lower Secs
When we, the graduating class, are not supposed to be placed in-between
the lower Secs classes

Once, we were shifted to a more quiet place
A room even smaller, like a store room
whereby there wasn't even one class around us.
It's good to be quiet.
However, it is a class that used to be a display room for DnT's final works.
With a table that can only occupy the size of one sheet of paper.
With a door that only allow one person to go in at a time.
With 3 windows, but only allowing one window for air to go through it.
Without fans, without clock, without a bell that was supposed to tell us
when was the recess time, time to change our lessons, time to end our lessons.
"Soccer ball." That's what I can think of to describe our class.
Being kicked from one place to another by the school.
Teachers not informing us, leaving us alone in class
when they are absent from school, or not coming

However, I find our class a optimistic class.
Whereby during sports day
When the whole school thinks of wining over each other
Our class goes saying: "Since it's the last year, go there & have fun. Wining doesn't matter at all."
And we did went there to have fun
by claiming the last position for our class among the whole school?
Haha. Isn't that something that we should be proud of?
Don't know why I'm writing essay this time, for the first time.

Teachers gave up on us, School gave up on us.
I once woundered
Does the teachers and school felt anything about it?
Honestly speaking, we felt hurt.
Recalling back once again
My heart sank, and I felt sourness in my nose
& I felt bitterness in it.