Mixed feelings - What does it mean to be Anglican?

So, the graduation ceremony is over, and all of us will sit for the GCE 'O' Level Examinations. After that, we're going each to their own paths in life. Just feeling a bit emotionally unstable, because it's the last day that the people who make up 4B'2008 are going to gather together like this, in classroom setting. The next time we meet, we could very well be all fully grown-ups, each holding their own jobs and careers.

Here's a little piece of junk that came to my mind during the graduation ceremony in the afternoon, and it seemed like a pretty fitting one, so here goes:

The first howl of wind blew us all into different places.
Some ended up in the same class, same school,
Others flew somewhere else...
The old friends became scattered,
The strangers settled together, all clueless and lonesome.
The PSLE cert did the scattering of the people to the four winds.

Before we knew it,
Everyone was naming each other "Friend".
And so in life, our paths did cross this way.
Friendships were hurt here and there,
But often, hatchets were buried in no time.
We thought, "After all we're classmates,
There wasn't any need to fight anyway."
And so, flames of anger always get quenched down easily,
Never to become political in any form.

The troubles came - it's the friggin' exams.
Every man for himself!
Some soared high,
but others were left behind, trying to catch up.
"Aha," I realised.
That was what friends are for -
To save your butt and throw you into the good-grades bandwagon.
Bonds were formed, both ionic, covalent and friendship,
and ever-continuing self-improvement of class 4B, both academically and socially.
Very reactive - laughs followed wherever we were as a class.

The second howl of wind - history repeats itself.
GCE 'O' Levels - every man for himself, its the friggin' exams!
It happens, whether you like it or not.
Great pals get sucked into the JC-choice cyclone,
Eventually going to be scattered once again,
To unchartered waters of confusion and uncertainty.
Here everyone will have to fend for ourselves,
But even as we crawl, grab, squirm, struggle, run, walk,
climb, soar through the difficulties we will face much later in life,
When will we see each other,
In such unity as that we had in those days?

I know it's sounds emo, but I did this on the fly, man. Don't expect quality, I'm not good at writing poems...

Anyways. To be honest, it was the first time in history that I've ever put this tough question in front of my face - what does it mean to be Anglican? In the past, I used to complain about lousy school policies, such as having the Mid-Years AFTER the June Holidays, and the stringent need to really sit down and let morning devotions sink into our heads, and of course, CCA problems here and there.

I used to grumble about the school wasting money on unwanted books and programmes like community service, when that time could have been better spent on studies. However, it was only though these stuff like Hari Raya that made everyone buy Malay costumes to fit into the class dress code, and newspaper collections at apartment flats that made us cooperate with each other and help out whenever possible. And it was all these events that made me feel that, yeah. I'm part of a class, not a lone wolf. The tons of recyclable material could not have been successfully gathered without the help of everybody.

In other words, the 4B class name will always bring me some nolstagia.