m3, the place where we were gathered from different schools & backgrounds, when we're still all immature & innocent, and also, where our story begins..

I guess we're the class that went through many setbacks? Many ex-M3s left us; one emigrated, and the rest transfering, and also, one who changed class for a new environment. Teachers changing & changing, and teachers who suspect the quality and ability of M3. Fights & conflicts, got outta cliques and forming new cliques. We've gone through all these. However, we got it all through together. Growing up, thinking more maturely, knowing each other better, strive together. And after this 2 years, finally, we're going to separate.

The blur but pleasant Mr. Snowman who greets everybody who enters 2M3.

The abnormally thick-trunk pinetree, cute reindeers & the young-and-hip-and-beardless-Santa, sophiscated dry tree.

This is one of the pity, i must say. Because not all M3's names were there. So, yeaaa...

We're the M3s, a very lively class, a united class.
M3's! Do remember what we learnt this 2years, exercise them, and shine. And be someone respectable.

Thank You, M3's. Thanks for the words of encouragement, thanks for the fun and laughters we shared, thanks for the care and concern, thanks for being there to grow up together.

And not to forget, our dearest ' Mother ' for this 2 years, Miss Sunny Ng. It wasn't easy to handle and nurture a class alone, really.. Thank You. And sorry for the disappointments and troubles that M3 had brought to you. We love you, Sunny (:

And here, the story of M3 marks with a fullstop..

Posted by QinHui, Index Number 13.