Found myself at a dinner this evening celebrating the 70th anniversary of a school in which I once taught. I sort of knew that I'd be reluctant to go to the dinner when I was first invited, simply because of the date. I suspected I would be extremely busy as June began, and I certainly was today, all the way to 5.00 pm. But I also suspected that once at the dinner I'd enjoy seeing some old friends and acquaintances - and that's the way it turned out.
By the way, the word 'old' is very distinctly the operative word above. When I first started teaching at the school in question I might reasonably have been described as a young man. When I completed my stint there that was no longer the case and it is even longer no longer the case now, if you see what I mean. So several of my conversations at the dinner revolved around the topic of dealing with the vicissitudes of aging. Curiously enough they were all distinctly cheerful in tone.
Time may not exactly be our friend, but neither is it necessarily an enemy. I mean, without it how would anything ever happen? (Deep, eh?)
2 comments:
We will always remember you as the angmo tr who arrived in sunny Singapore and school dressed in a full suit in our humid heat... we wondered if you would melt and how long the suit would last. I think it took less than a week before you looked like all the other male trs. Lol.
Not quite like all the others. More handsome. And I always wore a tie.
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