By Bryan Ling (17S06C)
There’s this field next to the MRT station near where I live. It’s pretty nondescript as fields go – no trees, no defining features, just a flat plain of grass stretching out for an unimpressive few hundred metres or so. Save for the yearly pasar malam, the only activity it sees is the occasional impromptu picnic group and kite-fliers.
By Jeanne Tan (17A01B) and Joan Ang (17A01B)
Additional reporting by Andrew Atang Hidajat (17S03I)
Photos by Angela Sun (17S06M), Abigail Yeow (17S06H) and Matthew Toh (17S06D) from Raffles Photographic Society
8AM, SATURDAY MORNING — on one end of our beloved school campus, sleepy students shuffled into Albert Hong Hall in mild disarray, ties-improperly-tied and collars askew. But at the other end, the festivities were only beginning.
By Serafina Siow (17A13A) and Abdul Qayyum (17A01B)
Additional reporting by Jeanne Tan (17A01B)
It’s the time of the year when most concerts by Performing Arts CCAs have concluded, and student-organised charity concerts step into the frame. As one of the first of such concerts this year, THINGAMAJIG 2016 was a small-scale, cosy affair. It saw students gathering in the PAC on a Friday evening in support of a series of high-calibre performances. Throughout the event, there were opportunities to donate money to the beneficiary of the concert, which was Xin Yuan Community Care – a non-profit organisation that supports the needy elderly and children from low-income families.
By Bay Jia Wei (17S06R)
All HDB flats look alike. Cookie-cutter homes clustered together, it is easy to lose yourself in a neighbourhood of buildings plastered by the same shade of rectangular splotches. Perhaps the only thing that differentiates the tall columns are the block numbers attached to them. Yet, a few days ago, when I visited the HDB flat that I used to live in, a wave of nostalgia followed. Every flat around me was similar, but returning home felt different.
By Bryan Ling (17S06C)
Take a stroll around Raffles at any time of the day and I’d wager you’d find at least one or two students who’ve had a recent visit from the Sandman. In lecture theatres or in classrooms, from the library to the windy benches, school seems to be the average student’s favourite place to sleep, outside of (presumably) their own beds.
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