Several challenging weeks have passed by, and i'm relieved the National Day actvitities and celebrations went well. The teachers involved worked so hard for it, and for almost 2 weeks, i hardly had time to think about anything else except the event planning. During rehearsals, i was so caught up with the activities that i even forgot to hydrate myself adequately. Bad bad.

And so finally, D-day came. Some pictures i managed to snap when some of my students dropped by my Orienteering station at Dhoby Ghaut:











Had pictures taken with my ethnic fashion parade "models" whom i worked so closely with, but will need to get the pictures from the official photographers. To my dear "models" from 3E, wonderful work done! Many people agreed that it was a polished performance, and i truly appreciate the many hours of hard work and sacrifice. I'm so proud of each of you!

And so when the celebrations ended with lunch at about 2pm, i was thankful that everything went according to plan. Very grateful for the fine weather and words of appreciation too. To top it off, as i was returning to the staffroom, i bumped into my NUS professor and two other wonderful parents of my students. They shared how their children have been talking about how much they enjoy my lessons, and again i'm very heartened and grateful that the hard work put in has been appreciated.

But i guess the intensity of the past weeks just takes a toil on you. When i returned in the evening, i didn't realise i was so exhausted until i just dozed off without realising. And it dawned on me that i needed some quiet time; some space for myself - the personal space that i value so much. 

I don't want to lead a life of just meeting people's expectations. The expectations i set for myself are already rather high. What i'm reminded of, as i take some time off just to quieten down, is to honour God's expectations of me.