I enjoy working with the kids. They exude a purity that is untrammeled by a sense of self or of falsified dignity. They're loyalty only to their interests, they will try, fall, rise, do, repeat, try, fall, rise, do anything to reach.

After the last wrap, we walked from Peace Centre to Dhoby Ghaut station tossing bits of laughter back and forth. I caught my reflection walking with us along the sidewalk - skirt peeking out unceremoniously from under my brother's over sized ALPA-S sweater.

This reminds me of being in JC.
What does?
Dressing like this. Like you don't care. A short uniform skirt and a baggy sweater and looking beautiful simply because you're young.