i thought i once again heard the sound of Haydn's symphony,
the seriousness of the bassoons together with the violins and cellos,
the merry dancing of violins once the slow intro faded away,
it feels like it was music class all over again.
how i missed it.

the class where we never did homework and always got away with it
where students were always ever punctual
while our dear teacher would saunter in an hour or so later.
this was the best class of my schooling days.
although it was delivered the worst grades on my O's cert.

all the rice with "zhap" (and stinking up the band room)
clock watching was our favourite pastime
when dear teacher fails to come when it turns 4
we disappear. (to play lan and arcade or just go home)
the delaying of exams by 2h (we were hiding in the classroom)
talking during the exams (despite the presence of the invigilator)

it was sometimes lonely though, being one of the three writing major students,
and not to say the only writing major student in the entire school,
i was honoured to have the whole examination hall and 3 wonderful invigilators
to conduct my O levels exam. as though i had any chance of copying...

The best two students were two very different people.
firstly, one was a girl and the other a guy.
next was the stark contrast in class attendence.
the latter was hardly seen attending class,
while the other had near perfect attendence.
what's the point of lessons i wondered?
they shared a similarity though, (they were from the same school)

unlike the sciences, being good with theory was utterly useless.
you could get the top grades in music theory
but if you cant play music, you've just chucked your A grade in the bin.
what's music you would say, it's organised noise.

welcome to my music class memories.

not to forget (Mark this is for you)
Mouths AGAPE.