i miss schlife in BP badly. i feel so close to the entire cohort even though i dont realli directly know some of the ppl. i step into the sch gate evrydae with a feeling tt sch is realli a second home to me. i miss guiding daes. i miss overnight camps in creeply old bp. mud games, water games, hike, treasure hunts, loud cheers, bathing tgt in one cubicle, waking up at 6 oclock n hafing PT, screaming n shouting in unison, mi fav supper--hot milo n sugar coated biscuits, squeezing tgt in our patrols on one table, staring at gadgets we put lotsa efforts in making. i miss singing with and telling secrets to shiwan in our tents pitched in the field when we cldnt slp at night. i miss outdoor cooking. the smell of burnt dried leaves, feeding of food to one another, cleaning black mess tins, walking ard like a greedy pig, asking for food frm other patrols, the closeness n fun we shared. i miss campfires. i miss the enthusiasm evryone shows during evry campfire. i miss dancing under the moonlight during evry campfire, even though i look horrendous. i miss strolling along aimlessly in sch at night with mi frens, and the breeze blowing towards our faces as we chat. i miss mi cabin classroom. i miss evryone from 4p1. i miss getting involved.