NAPARIMA COLLEGE FOREVER Letter from Angelo Bissessar, Dec, 2003. Some of the older heads may remember me, but just in case; I'm an agribusiness major at U.W.I and an intern with the World Bank (see, Mrs. Boxill,I did well after all).I attended Naps from 1994-2001. In '01 I wrote A Level Exams here and did not live up to expectations with regard to my results. Its been 3 very long years since I set foot on the hill, until last Saturday (14/12/03).That afternoon, I was visiting my relatives in the south (I now live in St. Augustine ) and I was driving along Independence Ave. when a sudden urge to visit my alma mater struck me. I drove up the hill and got out of the car in front of the roundabout. I broke down in tears just then because a flood of memories came rushing back to me . Even though the landscape is greatly altered, I saw my friends and I,liming on the benches. Looking out onto the football field ,I saw us engaged in a game of football, In the quadrangle,I looked up at the podium and saw Mr. Sookoo giving one of his morning 'sermons'. In the new Grant Building I saw my colleagues and I in a classroom without walls while Mr. Ramzan Ali taught us with quiet devotion.Mr.Fayad Ali stalked the form4/5 block with his coffee stick in hand, Mrs. Boxill walks out of a classroom carrying an armload of books (Economics and 6BA never did mix well). Out of the Main office walks Mr. Pagee in his famous boots,Mr. Mohan holds a class of rowdy boys in rapt attention with a passage from Richard III, I see my younger brother Mario (he left in 2001 also) on his first day of school and I see myself ,holding my folder,tie askew and head high,on my way home at 2:30. These were the best years of my life! FORMER STUDENT: Angelo Bissessar