White Horse is not a Horse

I found a few of my secondary school classmates recently via facebook. Eversince that few adds in facebook to my contact, I am happy to be able to start getting contacts of these buddies that I have lost touch many years back.

Today I received an email that the boys are planning a gathering on the week of Chinese New Year! I am so excited about meeting them after all these years. For some of them, I might have not seen them for more than twenty years! Imagine!

I came from a neighbourhood school. Stress was not high even when we were taking our O-Levels. As I look back and compare the lives of teenages these days in secondary schools, I think I had a very much more stress-free life then.

When we were Sec 4 (about 16 years old), there were many class outings for picnics, chalets & BBQs. As we exchanged email this morning, the string of conversation led to the idea of inviting our teachers then. I think they should have retired by now! We had many good, caring and interesting teachers then. I remember our Chinese scholarly teacher who was very very well-versed in chinese poems used to try to convince us that a white horse was not a horse! We did not really understand where he was coming from then. But such conversations were so fun!

I look forward to meeting them. This will be like reliving our happy days.