Dearest Miss Loh,
I never expected to find myself back on this page - but I did, because I attended the musical this year and I was trying to explain to a non-PL friend what it meant to me. Inadequate as I was, I decided that showing her this page would be its own testimony. So I did.
I knew it would be hard going back for musical this year, but I couldn't miss something that has been such a part of my PL identity - one that I took part in as a student, & watched subsequent productions. But I also hesitated, because I knew it would be extremely bittersweet without you around. I ended up procrastinating so much, I got my tickets at the door. I'm so glad I went for it, though the bittersweetness of missing you feels so raw and fresh, again - argh.
I re-read the old tributes that streamed in shortly after your passing, and I think, half a lifetime later, I finally, finally understand - I hope it's not too late. But you see, as a student in PL I always found myself saying it's 'so easy' to appeal into PL. Many here speak of their interviews with you - I didn't even need one! All I did was submit an appeal letter, & you must have seen it, because I appealed through Choir. I had a place by Christmas Eve that year. Truly the best Christmas present, and a lifechanging one. But now I understand - it's because of your love for the school, your generosity to the girls (like me), that you would want to save them a space in a school that wasn't just 'school'. It was a place of love, refuge, warmth, music, God. This year in the midst of centennial celebrations, I affirm that it still is.
I wish you were still here, so that I could say the hello that I was too afraid to say 4 years ago, and was looking forward to paying back this time. That I could introduce my pastors' daughters in the primary section to you, when we came for Ebenezer Fair. And to proudly tell them about the amazing person you were - and that you were my teacher. It still makes me sad to realise future batches will never get to know the amazing person you were, a privilege & blessing I had had for three whole amazing years.
But for now - thank you, again. I could never say this enough, I think. For music, for all the non-academic skills & values you showed us (like, copying stuff from the whiteboard bcos handwritten stuff trains memory), but most of all, for never having favourites and truly exemplifying what it meant to see every student in God's eyes - including a wallflower like me.
The weekend after your passing, I shared about you in my church, when one of the sermons we had was about grieving with hope - from 1 Thessalonians. I thought it was so timely. Then I sang Spirit Wings, acapella, in front of the whole congregation - including the pastoral staff and elders. I wanted to request it for congregational singing, but it wasn't a familiar song, so I did the only thing I knew - I sang it! Solo, acapella & in front of what must have been two hundred people :D
I hope you were proud of me - Eudora, who couldn't even look you in the eye and was too scared of her own voice at Choir auditions in Sec 1, who hardly spoke up in class in front of her peers, grew up a little bit more that November Sunday. :')
I still miss you, so much.
love,
Eudora (4B2, 2007) x