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Celebrating 121 years of ACSian
Spirit & Heritage!
Once again, ACS schools celebrated Founder’s Day on 1 March with
pomp and splendour. There were colourful parades, thanksgiving
services, inspiring speeches, entertaining performances, and even
a poem (see box below) specially composed by Ho Renchun from ACS
(International)!
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ACS OBA Founder's Day Dinner
The ACS family celebrates in "MAD"
fashion!
In line with the ‘MAD’ (Music, Arts, Drama)
theme, this year’s Founder’s Day Dinner at the Grand Ballroom of
Orchard Hotel showcased the multi-talents of the ACS schools. More
than a thousand guests and the Guest-of-Honour, Mr Tan Soo Khoon, a
true-blue ACSian from the Class of 65, were entertained by the SYF
Award-winning concert band from ACSJ, who gave us a rendition of 3
songs - Sock Hop Tonight (medley of At The Hop, Venus, Love Me
Tender, Rock Around The Clock), Mango Walk (a Jamaican Song) and
Light of Dawn (the concert band's SYF piece). ACS (International)
and the ACSian Theatre from ACJC presented a music and dance item.
The Founder’s Day Dinner also saw an Art Exhibition
featuring works from Lee Wei Kong, the former rugby captain of ACJC
who was involved in a serious traffic accident two years ago. We are
all encouraged by his miraculous recovery particularly in his
strength, courage and determination during his recovery process.
Lee Wei Kong with two of his works. |
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A Poem for Founder’s Day
In days of yore-
our histories raised
on passion’s labour;
His voice still starlight
in our eyes,
rhythmic in this anthem.
“Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be.”
This slow vision is ours to see
uncaring of the thunder;
Our hearts a united fury
sheathing steady these ideals
painted on shining crests.
Oldham’s vision
Of fiery determination,
Stoked the young embers
Of ACS sunrise;
In days of yore-
The hallways still hallow
His name and story.
Sing ACS forever more!
Red, gold and blue-
Triumphant flags
of unconcealed victory;
raise a choral flow of song
(make it loud now, our praise!)
and hearken founder’s glory.
In days of our yore-
The hallways are hallowing
Our names and stories.
Ho Renchun |
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