Ode to my alma mater

I DON'T remember much of my first year of formal education. After all, Primary 1 at Singapore Chinese Girls' School was a blur to me - a joyful blur, to be sure, but a blur nonetheless.

I remember bits and pieces in vignettes: Tracing dotted-line handwriting guides in workbooks, ordering my favourite 50-cent bowl of "Ah chek meepok", lacing rubber bands together for a game of zero point at recess.

There's one thing I do remember clearly, though - I distinctly recall learning to sing my school song. I was an eag…