10 years after we graduate from CBPS, my friend
organised a gathering with some of my primary school classmates and even 3 of
our teachers. Some of us change, some of us still look the same. Some faces I
don’t recognise, while some faces grew more mature. The teachers have
progressed, the students have progressed too. The image of us in the teachers’
eyes are always the little kids running around. The image of the teachers in our
eyes are role models which taught us for at least 4-6 years of our lives. (My
primary school was really small and I actually had the same Chinese teacher for
5 years (who is also my art teacher) and same form teacher for 3 years and same
PE teacher for 6 years.) Fond memories still remain.

I still remember how my friend and I would play the
recorder as others sing songs on the excursion bus. How I joined Computer Club
and Innovative Club and we create a model of a city with a train moving around
using recycled materials. How I had my first experience in a WITS project
presentation. How we made a lot of noise in class and tried to mimic some
Chinese drama shows. How being a prefect means you can get food at the tuckshop
(yes, that’s the word, not canteen) 10 minutes before everyone else. How someone
can actually have a crush on you at the age of primary 5? How it rained as we
hiked to our campsite in Pulau Ubin. How we ran around the field touching the
trees at the edges. How we played “S-T-O-P STOP” at the back of the staircase.
How we fed the fish in the gigantic pond. And many many more.The building is
still at Ang Mo Kio St 44. Sometimes I walk pass and wonder if I can trespass
inside and peak at the memories.And how we bid farewell to a school which is no
more.

Chong Boon Primary School.

Forward We Strive.