Table for Eight //

There's always a mixture of distress and gratification on the waiter's face when we ask for a table of eight. Distress, because well it's not always easy finding such a table that's available during lunch hour. Gratification because it means their place is still considered a cool hangout. Hopefully.
 Or at least, that's how i'd imagine a waiter would feel. But i digress..

 This merry bunch is notoriously hard to get hold of: everyone's schedule clashes somehow, and it took us a good amount of resolve to clutch at this particular date. But ain't it worth it. Our 7th year as an exco simply proved that nothing changes. Our dynamics, quirks, and laughter are part of life's constancy which i take refuge in. With them, i'm in my old blue and white uniform, clutching at my pile of books striding along the school hallways for Chemistry lab. I'm eternally grateful to have been part of this pool of sunshine.

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