i seem to have pissed off my mother. but no worries.. this just means no more comp games which i can definitely live with XD

read my ERP essay!



E.B White, "Once More to the Lake"

Question: Describe a place that holds personal memories for you, it may be a place you have returned to after a long absence, as the lake is for White or a place that simply holds many memories. Write a personal narrative essay focusing on your response to and feelings about the place both in the past and from your present perspective.


Section II: Once More to the Lake (a)

It seems so long ago that I had last set foot in this desolate abandoned place of learning. It seems so long ago that I was once what people call “innocent” and I ran around this field once green with grass and now strewn with dead leaves and litter.

It was just 5 years ago… or was it? As I climbed that flight of stairs leading to the main building, I could almost imagine the numerous children who sat on these very steps eating, chatting, making out or just simply looking at the other people do their stuff as I used to love to do.
Surprised to find the main gate open, I took a tentative step into the yard, as if the floor would crumble beneath my feet—this place was that ancient. As I passed the canteen, the sound of us chatting while eating and the usual bustle of activity during recess swept past my ear like a gentle breeze, it was there.

And then it wasn’t.

I continued forward, gently brushing a tear away from my face as memories flooded my mind. Remembering that that was the place I got scolded by my teacher for fighting, recalling that that was the place I used to have my rope skipping practices, reminiscing on the times I had spent with my three best friends back in the old days at that table with a chipped stone stool which I enjoyed sitting on.

I suddenly felt old. Taking a seat on that chipped stool, I absent mindedly rubbed my hand over the familiar mar on the smooth cold surface of the seat. Glancing in the general direction of my class, I felt a strong attraction towards it, as though this old building was beckoning me back to the place to study once more. What lay behind that wall between the classroom and the seated me was a mystery for me to find out, and for this old lady to know.

As I approached my class, I ran a hand on the banister, feeling the cold yet caressing touch of the rusted metal beneath my fingers. It sent a tingle down my back as it always did in the old times. Reluctantly pulling my touch away from the banister, I walked down the narrow corridor towards my class.

I ran my hand across the tables, marveling at the amount of grime and dust had settled in this place. Dusting a chair, I sat down. It was this place where I had been educated for 2 years. It was the place I knew. It was no longer a place I know. As waves of passion and memories crashed through me, I let the tears flow, hoping somehow, these droplets of feelings would
somehow rewind the times I had so stupidly let slip through my fingers.

Thinking about the times, I tried to think when it was when I had last contacted one of my friends who studied in this old lady. I couldn’t remember when it was. I couldn’t believe I had not treasured these friendships that had brought me through 6 years of my childhood. I glanced at the blackboard where I had once planned elaborate plans to annoy the teacher. I glanced at the windows which I had so often gazed out whilst the teacher was droning and ploughing through the lesson. I glanced at the notice boards which I had once been charge of up keeping. Looking at its current state, I could not help but let a sigh pass through my lips. I glanced at the ceiling where the fans had once hypnotized me during lessons. I glanced at the back of the class where I had once kissed her on her cheek.

Watching the flashbacks intertwine, I think of memories I will never find, and those which I have found once again together with this old lady standing atop the hill, which I will treasure for the rest of my life.

The memories I will definitely treasure for the rest of my life.

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sometimes i just love myself alot :D