And so it ends
Post-OM Depression. Imagine one of those Road Runner cartoons where like Wile E. Coyote drops this huge steel "OM"-shaped block off a cliff, then races down and wonders why it hasn't fallen on Road Runner yet. Then BOOM, we are left with a Coyote-patterned frisbee on screen.
Incidentally, this has nothing to do with Post-OM Depression. POD, as affectionately (or not-so-affectionately) referred to by the OM fraternity, is what happens in the period after OM has ended. It has recently dawned on me that my career as an Odyssey of the Mind participant all but inofficially ended at about 12.45am this morning, when we departed from the airport with medals around our necks for about the last time. Waking up this morning, I am left with a surprising lack of motivation to do anything else. No Other City lies open in front of me, my IOP script untouched. I think this speaks greatly of OM, especially in ACS, that we are so involved that we feel the loss when it's over. And so, the honour roll.
Much love to my teammates over the years, and then there's this year's team. Daniel, Jin, Jeremy, Paul, Johannes and Joshua. It's been terribly fun, and the chemistry that our team enjoyed was magically evident on stage.
Cao, who is officially the most decorated OMer in ACS (Independent) and now can look forward to a career writing inspirational books for aspiring participants.
Jem the manj, who has broken his silver (but not his cavalier) streak.
Hadi and Paul, who got the gold the first time around (or second, depending on how you look at it).
Daniel and Jin, my teammates for all 3 years of OM. The 3 of us, I am proud to proclaim, are the only ones who have collected the entire set of World Finals medals -insert Pokemon 'Gotta catch'em all' theme-.
Many bouts of thanks to my coaches throughout the 3 years for their immense patience and guile. Also the vast number of fraternity members/former teammates, who provided great and much-needed support.
To the other people who have gone to the US with me, for the entertainment and many good times. Cheers, and keep up the good work.
As is tradition in ACS, we thank God for the blessings and grace given onto us. For all these things we do, we do through Him (Philippians 4:13).
And so, where does this leave us now? With memories upon memories to reminisce of, laughs to be shared, suans to be renewed. For me, there's work to get back to, a life (put on hold) to get on with. There's work to be done, duties to be fulfilled. Ultimately, a God to be praised for His blessings, favour, and guidance. To God be this glory, and we believe that The Best Is indeed Yet To Be.
Incidentally, this has nothing to do with Post-OM Depression. POD, as affectionately (or not-so-affectionately) referred to by the OM fraternity, is what happens in the period after OM has ended. It has recently dawned on me that my career as an Odyssey of the Mind participant all but inofficially ended at about 12.45am this morning, when we departed from the airport with medals around our necks for about the last time. Waking up this morning, I am left with a surprising lack of motivation to do anything else. No Other City lies open in front of me, my IOP script untouched. I think this speaks greatly of OM, especially in ACS, that we are so involved that we feel the loss when it's over. And so, the honour roll.
Much love to my teammates over the years, and then there's this year's team. Daniel, Jin, Jeremy, Paul, Johannes and Joshua. It's been terribly fun, and the chemistry that our team enjoyed was magically evident on stage.
Cao, who is officially the most decorated OMer in ACS (Independent) and now can look forward to a career writing inspirational books for aspiring participants.
Jem the manj, who has broken his silver (but not his cavalier) streak.
Hadi and Paul, who got the gold the first time around (or second, depending on how you look at it).
Daniel and Jin, my teammates for all 3 years of OM. The 3 of us, I am proud to proclaim, are the only ones who have collected the entire set of World Finals medals -insert Pokemon 'Gotta catch'em all' theme-.
Many bouts of thanks to my coaches throughout the 3 years for their immense patience and guile. Also the vast number of fraternity members/former teammates, who provided great and much-needed support.
To the other people who have gone to the US with me, for the entertainment and many good times. Cheers, and keep up the good work.
As is tradition in ACS, we thank God for the blessings and grace given onto us. For all these things we do, we do through Him (Philippians 4:13).
And so, where does this leave us now? With memories upon memories to reminisce of, laughs to be shared, suans to be renewed. For me, there's work to get back to, a life (put on hold) to get on with. There's work to be done, duties to be fulfilled. Ultimately, a God to be praised for His blessings, favour, and guidance. To God be this glory, and we believe that The Best Is indeed Yet To Be.
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