In slightly more than a week’s time, Lasalle term would be starting again. The second picture was our first assignment from Gnanamary, to introduce ourselves to her.

I can’t help feeling slightly poignant and strange. I still remember my lessons, my works, what some teachers said. Yet it still feels so unreal to be not a student there physically anymore.

Dahlia and Sawn. Though Sawn wasn’t really my teacher, he really gave me a vibe like Dahlia, whenever I see him in I.Studies. Haha. They are the nicest teachers around. They really connect with the students and stay positive, encouraging the students to do better. They strike me as very real teachers, with great insights about arts.

Gnanamary. A teacher that fights for her students, but also against those she feels are not worth fighting for. She strike me as a very real person.  I can never forget the 3 hour sitting down with her and my aunt.

It’s when you know that you’re going to have opinions being forced into you, yet they goad you on to feel that your opinion matters. To put it bluntly, they trapped me inside there for 3 hours to believe all the negative things my aunt has got to say. It was really off the line, when it got to their own opinion of my father and mother.

I hope I won’t get her as my tutor when I get back to Lasalle.

Regardless of all that.. a brief year in Lasalle really allowed me to have a deeper look into myself and whetted my appetite for arts. It’s been a rocky journey, but I’m determined to finish what I started there. My only cry is that I’ll be 21 when I go in again.

And this time, I’m really going to get my film into being shown at Japan for Pocketfilms Festival.

Tenacity,

Darren