Lift high her banner

Something about this that moves me almost to tears. Clay has never looked more dashing. And it's not because he's Clay, but because he's there.

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But it was the first picture in this brilliant post that brought back the real tear-jerking memories; the place I called home for 10 wonderful years. In that time, I have learned and grown in ways that I don't believe I would have anywhere else. I have been blessed and loved, and I will always owe my life to the people in this school that have prayed for me and moulded me into who I am.

Unlike the school song of "The Institution," I know every single word of the MGS school song by heart -- even now -- all three stanzas of it. Every. Single. Word. And unlike those of "The Institution," the words bear depths of meaning to me; I still find myself trying to live up to her high standards.

Even though it wasn't that long ago that I last returned (August of last year for a worship event), I've missed going back on Teachers' Day the past couple of years; I've missed thanking my teachers -- my mentors. Maybe I can make amends this year. :)