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the last day...

Yesterday was so emo. The P6s are leaving the school and also their best friends. But i feel quite hard to leave a school where i have studied in for six years. From primary one till now primary six, 12 years of age. The principals come and don't go but the teachers are always missing. They have been transfered or retired. Like our Miss Yip now. Too sad to see her leave the school which she have been representing for six years or so. The saddest thing is to leave the best of friends you 've had. Doesn't matter Malay, Chinese or Tamil. What does matter is that they are your friends.

But in this school is where i understand what is love. I also understand the meaning of trust. Without trust, i would not be graduating now. I trust my friends for teaching me and the teachers too. I honestly think that primary six is the best year in my primary school life. Because the teacher i had in primary six is very different from other teachers. She is totally different coz she was very caring but when she is angry, the class would be quite. But her angriness would last only for a little while then she would start to be normal again. The worst year would be in Mrs Khoo's class. I was so unlucky to be in her class. But that class was second best anyways. Now, Mrs Khoo is very cool tempered i think. Coz she don't scold that much anymore. She became a mother already. That was fast. Wishing her good health and good life ahead. To Mdm Haniza, I would like to wish her a happy and great life. Stay happy always!

To all my friend out there, i want to say thanks for guiding me throughout the years. And cheering me on when i am down. Wish everyone a great future and hope to see you guyz again whenever possible.

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