We all thought alike, wanting to birth an irresistibly hot idea which would shake the school's guts up, and achieve a legacy that all Victorians would always keep a mental note on on their side of their heads. Like the Victorian Spirit wall, which has etched such a pivotal image in our minds- recesses, muggings, camps, we all deal with that mural.
Or the 1st-5th floor staircase, whereby half the hoi polloi climb up everyday to chiong assembly. I guess these little nooks and littles of our school is what we have gained affection for, despite not participating in its birth.
Hence, Threejay wanted to achieve that. Threejay wanted to replicate one of these great, successful pieces, that all stuck on Victorians minds and live them. We wanted to be part, or lead rather, the revolution, of the next big school feature.
And we got our perfect location, the wall so noticeable to every Victorian everyday. The wall that would propel our class (3J2007) to eternal fame and glory. And guess what? A few days after its approval, we kenna rejected.
We deal with it right? So we ultimately got a less prominent wall, a wall hardly any Victorian walks pass, or none actually. No Victorian walks pass that wall except our class. But we decided to make the best out of it. I guess nobody really expressed it (either they didn't give a damn or they didn't want to be the wet blanket) but the location of the wall were painting wasn't exactly the ideal candidate. The committee did their best all the same and entertained the non-painters with Halo and Winning Eleven while painting their guts out.
But what really mattered this time was that we were bonding as a class. I mean sure, Sec 3 Camp did that for us, on a much bigger scale actually. But this was on an entirely new level, the strictness of camp life were gone and we were being happy like crazy.
Hence started the day with whitewashing, which was a rather fun job, I thought.
Haha, we were Al Gores-Life Earthers-Money savers that day by labeling all our cups so we didn't have to reuse them :)
And what was another major milestone was that there were only 3 AEP students in the class. Everyone else was just a normal Victorian with standard Singaporean 2 years of Visual Art lessons. Yet, we managed to accomplish such a hyped frenzy of painting activities.
Then when we were on the homing stretch I guess the painting got into some of the peeps leading to strippings of their shirts and painting of their bodies. There were female teachers around. (I'm not one of them)
As we finally completed the last stroke of paint, even God was smiling down on us. We had this amazing hue of purple painting the sky. It was super amazing, never seen anything like that in Singapore before.
And in true Victorian fashion, we ended with VS Unite!
Haha, the fruit of our labour:
I guessed what we finally realized after everything (cliche moral-of-the-stories) was that we didn't do the challenge for the school, we didn't do it for anybody. We did it for ourselves, as a class. We did it as a testimony of our esprit de corp. It didn't matter that anyone didn't pass by it, we did. And that was all that mattered.
And what was amazing that despite the secluded spot we left our legacy on, people came to marvel at our mural. Principle, Marran, teachers, students. I guess you really know you're pro when people make effort to come all the way in.
Or the 1st-5th floor staircase, whereby half the hoi polloi climb up everyday to chiong assembly. I guess these little nooks and littles of our school is what we have gained affection for, despite not participating in its birth.
Hence, Threejay wanted to achieve that. Threejay wanted to replicate one of these great, successful pieces, that all stuck on Victorians minds and live them. We wanted to be part, or lead rather, the revolution, of the next big school feature.
And we got our perfect location, the wall so noticeable to every Victorian everyday. The wall that would propel our class (3J2007) to eternal fame and glory. And guess what? A few days after its approval, we kenna rejected.
We deal with it right? So we ultimately got a less prominent wall, a wall hardly any Victorian walks pass, or none actually. No Victorian walks pass that wall except our class. But we decided to make the best out of it. I guess nobody really expressed it (either they didn't give a damn or they didn't want to be the wet blanket) but the location of the wall were painting wasn't exactly the ideal candidate. The committee did their best all the same and entertained the non-painters with Halo and Winning Eleven while painting their guts out.
But what really mattered this time was that we were bonding as a class. I mean sure, Sec 3 Camp did that for us, on a much bigger scale actually. But this was on an entirely new level, the strictness of camp life were gone and we were being happy like crazy.
Hence started the day with whitewashing, which was a rather fun job, I thought.
Haha, we were Al Gores-Life Earthers-Money savers that day by labeling all our cups so we didn't have to reuse them :)
And what was another major milestone was that there were only 3 AEP students in the class. Everyone else was just a normal Victorian with standard Singaporean 2 years of Visual Art lessons. Yet, we managed to accomplish such a hyped frenzy of painting activities.
Then when we were on the homing stretch I guess the painting got into some of the peeps leading to strippings of their shirts and painting of their bodies. There were female teachers around. (I'm not one of them)
As we finally completed the last stroke of paint, even God was smiling down on us. We had this amazing hue of purple painting the sky. It was super amazing, never seen anything like that in Singapore before.
And in true Victorian fashion, we ended with VS Unite!
Haha, the fruit of our labour:
I guessed what we finally realized after everything (cliche moral-of-the-stories) was that we didn't do the challenge for the school, we didn't do it for anybody. We did it for ourselves, as a class. We did it as a testimony of our esprit de corp. It didn't matter that anyone didn't pass by it, we did. And that was all that mattered.
And what was amazing that despite the secluded spot we left our legacy on, people came to marvel at our mural. Principle, Marran, teachers, students. I guess you really know you're pro when people make effort to come all the way in.
Labels: threejay, Victorianism
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