I clearly remember somewhat 3 years ago when I walked into RVHS the day after I got posted to my new secondary school, trying on my new uniform.
” Better buy a bigger sized one, ya, you’re gonna wear it for 3 years leh. “
The student helping me with the uniforms said to me, as I frantically tried to find the uniform sleeves which I subsequently failed, and hence struggled to put on my uniform but failing to do so resulted in a particularly funny sight of a person wrestling with their uniform in mid-air, like an emperor penguin about to topple over.
And in 2 more days, I’ll never have to wear that uniform again. No shut up I’m not going to get retained my results are already out and they’re good enough to promote me.
There were 4 stages of my pinafore journey in RV.
1) Can’t find the sleeves and subsequently cannot wear uniform.
2) Stomach area too small and subsequently my tummy feels very squeezed when I sit down. And shut up I am not obese. Yet.
3) I swear to devil, that thing doesn’t absorb water for shit.
4) Have I mentioned! the buttons are so poorly sewn on, I drop at least one button every 2 weeks.
Countless times have I complained about the heat in the pinafore, countless times have my stupid metallic buttons dropped and leaving me in a rather embarrassing state. Countless times have I sworn that I couldn’t wait for senior high because of the change of uniforms. I was more than ready to get rid of the pinafore, and wear a white blouse and navy blue skirt to school every day instead.
But maybe, not so fast now. Maybe, miraculously this remaining 2 days will last 100 hours. Maybe just maybe, without having the need to retain, I could wear this pinafore for a little longer, just to commemorate all the 3 years in it, just to relieve all the memories in it. All the stupid things I’ve done in it, the first tears that fell on it when I did particularly badly in a test in year 1, that time when I fell into a rain puddle in pinafore, leaving me very drenched and very pissed.
I’m sorry, maybe I’m not yet ready to change uniforms yet.
2 more days, please let me have a more enjoyable time as my last two days donning it.
I want to cherish every memory of that plain white nurse uniform, that uniform that’s been with me throughout probably the best 3 years of my life thus far.
Time, will you take pity on me?
Slowly, surely, time robs us of fond moments. But I will be, and always will be, that girl whose pinafore changed her life.
That girl in pinafore.
Goodbye junior high, hello senior high.
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