i replayed every conversation in my mind.every time i stood outside your office.every word you said to me.i remember how angry you got when you saw my socks.i remember how angry you got when i cut my hair.but you did more than get angry with me.after every time you scolded me, you prayed with me.you told me how i was an intelligent girl, and how i should put such intelligence to proper use instead of using my intelligence to challenge school authorities.i remember how proud you were of me when i aced my physics.how you slapped a high five with me after our match with SCGS, when we beat them by one ball.it all seemed so trival, so unimportant then, but now, they are treasured memories i'll never forget, cherished memories i'll never trade for any other.every word you said to me before rings clear in my head.i can almost feel you beside me.i almost expect to be standing outside your office on monday.i can just see you on the podium on monday.you were so filled with zest, planning one thing after another.pet-a-thon,the 3-lane track,all of which you'll never get to see.we got pissed off whenever you started on another of your 3-hour sermons, and we would be standing there grumbling.but now, i'd stand for a whole week, just to have you back there on the podium, talking about whatever you currently found interesting.we laughed at the 3-lane track.said it was pathetic.now, a three-lane track is just about the most beautiful thing in the world.they'll give us a new principal.yes they will.but i will never be able to accept him/her.cos you're the one and only principal i'll ever recognise.nobody will change that.

"Think about a good thing that happened yeterday."-Mrs Caroline Lee
a good thing that happened yesterday was sitting outside the art room folding cranes for you, believing firmly that every crane i folded would bring more hope that you would recover.

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