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December 9, 2010
It’s always a little sad and somewhat weird when a group of kids move on. Walls that were bursting with pictures and stories and diagrams are restored to their former blankness. It becomes possible to see the ceiling again, while pigeonholes and lockers are uniformly scrubbed and cupboard doors are rendered void of all the little telltale signs that only a couple of days ago proclaimed ‘kids at work’. It confirms the fact that a room is just a room, a blank space over which the layers of human activity create an ever-changing canvas of colour, shape and personal expression.