9 January 2009-
My first day as a newbie to high school life. The transition from being the seniors of Primary School and then
–BANG- the Juniors of Secondary school obviously scratched all of us on the
back-but it could soothingly be digested- after all we had been admitted into
the most coveted all-girls star college-the Queen Elizabeth College.
Sure, it was an
awesome feeling. People around looked at you differently when you wore the
green tunic and white blouse. To be honest, I never knew what to expect about
being a Cato Vert. But little did I know that there so much to endorsing that
new identity.
I vividly
remember my admission day where I was introduced to a moustached Mr Dwarkan,
Batman of the school and to Mr James who really lightened the tensed atmosphere
with his all smiling face. But what really struck me that day is something
which would never vaporize from my nerve cells!
The girls! The
welcoming committee! I was more than amazed- dazzled is too small a word
perhaps! I remember looking at their vivacity, their engaging conversations
with teachers, their leadership traits and most importantly their warmth and
welcoming stance. There was Chadvi, Irani, Sabrina..(Unfortunately by the time
I joined Form 3, they had completed their seven wonderful years in the
school.)
What enticed me
more was when I read the School Magazine 2007/2008 issue when I got back home!
It was conceived by Nadia, Smita,.. Ladies who barely knows us but who
definitely left imprints in the school that we remember them STILL! Those are
undeniably the qualities of QEC Girls- irrevocably gorgeous with striking
personalities of magnitudes that would touch you for a lifetime!
My first
Laureate’s day took me by surprise. I mean I was shocked and bewildered. Merely
sitting in front of the TV screen to watch celebrations is incomparable to
actually being part of the whole ceremony and getting your senses blinded by
the cheering and re-establishment of supremacy for yet another year.
And what more?!
Sports day was quite revealing indeed for nobody leaves the stadium with a
perfect throat. The fervor and determination reverberating spares everybody’s
soul. The road show, carnival, food exhibition, cleaning day, class parties,
Fun day, Activity Week, Football tournament, Music Day-Eh Macarena! ;) ,
Cheerleading, the diverse clubs-the list is inexhaustible!
So here I am- 5
years relished in the School to which I owe enormously!
From the sort of
timid girl I used to be, today I startle myself when I find myself engrossed in
a conversation with people 4 times my age! Facing an audience is something that
appears much cooler than before. I mean seriously- had it not been for this
wonderful experience called QEC never had I been able to address people so casually
(the most popular and dynamic even). I might never even have dared write this
article were it not for the sense of courage to face the world that is
gradually instilled into us fellow protégées. It’s not that difficult anymore
to put forward opinions and living up to them without actually faltering when
some backbite with harsh comment.
Personality
building and establishment in the tender years of adolescence are everything
that any teenager could ever ask for, especially in this world of eternally incomprehensible
parents. Every single opportunity is provided; all we need to do is to grasp
and make the most of it
Vibrating with
history that dates back to the middle 20th centuries and with the claim of
being the first girls’ school of the island-QEC is home to us. It truly is. I
remember telling my friends that it’s a place whether alone or with friends, in
fun or in silence, whether bonding with giggling teachers or leafing books in
open air with teachers for explanations; the halo this ounce of greenery
protrudes makes you wish you could forever stay there or still time.
I’m sure many of
us would want to spend more time with fellow Cato Verts…(Or perhaps with the
library books xP!)
Eccentricities,
jumping here and there, exams tensions, classes-turned mini beauty parlors,
warm sick-room appeal, heated debates, fields encounters, small catfights, a
perpetual re-invention of high school hierarchy are daily doses of QEC. They
can be a mixed plethora of excitement and I believe healthy tension.
Being now
forever attached to QEC, people expect a lot and THE ULTIMATE from you but what
I guess many fail to notice is the very individual that is processed out at the
end of seven fabulous years. I think that’s it’s a nice world that suits
the students’ wants and need. QEC is thus not only a school but a very distinct
world in itself. Academics are not what only reigns as prejudiced by many, but
Arts& Athletics share the throne as disbelieved by many.
So much that can
be related, unfolded and praised, but I don’t think I’m allowed to write this
much. I can definitely be biased in this encounter of mine but I can’t imagine my life
without QEC. A numbness that cannot be filled pops up at the
thought itself.
That is why, QEC
is different. It’s a legacy that transcends normal growth.
The Queen
Elizabeth College is not merely a name but rather a brand. Indeed we have not
only dedicated our whole existence to Education but also to life-meant for us
not to spend or but to live. “Non Solum Eruditi Sed Vitae”. Long live QEC.
Dance to the
rhythm of your heart, along with the world!
Swirl in such a
way that you blow the mind of the world!
Fill every nook
and corner with your brilliant aura!
Your Destination
is not very far, just speed up your pace!
Stir a new storm
in these heartbeats and breathes!
Shine Cato
Shine! Shine like Always!