I'll be heading for Founder's Day Dinner tonight. For my non-Singaporean friends, MGS is the acronym for Methodist Girls' School. My alma mater. I will be meeting friends and teachers who have helped shaped me to what I am today. I hope they're as proud of me as I am grateful to them.
I don't deny that I hail from a school of elite women, but friends to be honest, in a way it's just my old school. It's where I made friends, learnt calculus and came to know Christ in a personal way. It's a place where fond memories will always remain.
I think back about how hard it was for me growing up as an awkward teenager with frizzy hair and pimply skin and I'm grateful for all the real sisters I had from MGS.
I recall how harsh my own biological family was to me for not being perfect and I'm grateful for all the teachers I had that taught me about grace.
I have a lot to give thanks to a certain Australian missionary, Ms Sophia Blackmore who came to Singapore in 1887. I really do.
I don't deny that I hail from a school of elite women, but friends to be honest, in a way it's just my old school. It's where I made friends, learnt calculus and came to know Christ in a personal way. It's a place where fond memories will always remain.
I think back about how hard it was for me growing up as an awkward teenager with frizzy hair and pimply skin and I'm grateful for all the real sisters I had from MGS.
I recall how harsh my own biological family was to me for not being perfect and I'm grateful for all the teachers I had that taught me about grace.
I have a lot to give thanks to a certain Australian missionary, Ms Sophia Blackmore who came to Singapore in 1887. I really do.
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