Reunion of 2E2'09

Derogating from my past practices, I did not capture the fun of the reunion on images. However, this inaction did not fail to form yet another lasting memory from a class I hand-held for two years of my youth. There was, however, from my prima facie observation, without prior intent, that there existed in this gathering, an element which was markedly absent in the class's past gatherings. Many, at least those who attended, seemed to feel an ineffable and especial bonding; perhaps, the gathering was not merely yet another gathering, but was a reunion. 

Yes, a reunion of the peers of 2E2'09 whom they had withstood the endless but awesome scoldings of Mr N, not to mention the toils of Mr N tolerating the class's nonsensical behaviours. I have done the class gross injustice by so briefly describe the class. Well, to 2E2-ers of 2009, you know what I mean. 

As I left the gathering, looked back at the girls and boys playing basketball, I wondered: When can we have such great gathering again?