2026: Our School, Our Story (MOE OSOS)
Explore award-winning photo and video stories by students in the MOE Our School, Our Story 2026 competition, celebrating school life, community, and personal growth.
Heartbeat of Fernvale
Here, You Try
Story by: Hillary Chiew Qiao Qi
Some lessons do not come from a textbook.
A hand reaches over to help another strike the right key. Someone cheers when the Angklung finally makes the right sound. A senior stands beside a junior, showing her fingers where to go on the Guzheng. An older boy wraps his hand over a younger boy's, helping him find his first chord on the guitar. Nobody laughs when someone gets it wrong. They just try again.
It is not just students either. Someone helps set up the lights just right. Another shows a student how to get the app working. A teacher raises a camera and says… Here, you try!
Every time someone says "let me show you", something good happens.
Somewhere in all the trying and figuring out, we stop feeling lost. We start feeling like we belong.
Because every you was once a me, still figuring things out.
Heartbeat of Fernvale
Every school has a heartbeat. Ours has many.
Uncle Hor sweeps the corridors before we arrive, making sure our day starts clean and bright. Mdm Tungga keeps our lost wallets safe, waiting quietly until we find our way back to her. Penny picks up the phone and calls our parents when we need them most. Sally is there before we even finish crying, her hands steady and her voice calm.
Zac pushes a trolley of chairs so our spaces are ready before we even think to ask. Idham makes sure every iPad finds its place, so every one of us finds ours too.
We walk past them every day. We do not always stop. But they are the reason our school feels like more than just a building.
They are not in the background. They are the heartbeat.
Done By:
Mohamad Saif Aldin Bin Mohamad Kamaluddin (P5 RESILIENCE)
Nurafeefah Adyleea Binte Abdul Halim (P5 RESPECT)
Muhammad Fahad S/O Shahul Hameed (P6 INTEGRITY)
World Of Possibilities
Nobody Told Us We Couldn't
What if the art we grew up with was never the only art meant for us?
A Malay girl among us holds a wushu fan, her eyes focused, her pose strong. One of us closes our eyes and lets the guzheng sing under our fingers. Another shakes an angklung for the first time and smiles at the sound it makes. One more steps into Indian dance, her hands slowly shaping something beautiful and new.
Nobody told us we could not. So we did.
In Fernvale, no art belongs to only one of us. Every first try, every new instrument, every dance step borrowed from a friend opens up the same question — what else can we do?
Together, we find out.
Possibilities do not wait somewhere else. They start the moment we are brave enough to try.
Done By:
Chen Hongzhi Jareth
Zaada A'isyah Binte Muhassan
Ma Bohan
Memories. The Friends. The Moments. The Journey
Do you remember those days when everything felt magical? I do. I remember running through Jacob Ballas Children's Garden, laughing and exploring with my friends like those moments would last forever. The sun was warm, the air was fresh, and every corner felt like a new adventure.
I remember the LEGO sessions too… the clicking of bricks, the teamwork, the moment our creation came together and we all cheered like we had built something extraordinary. Because to us, we had.
But soccer …. Oh! That goal! The cheers, the smiles, the friends who sprinted towards me with arms wide open. In that moment, I did not just feel joy. I felt like I belonged.
Fernvale was where I grew up, where I found my best friends, and where ordinary days became memories I will smile about forever. Those were our golden days. And I would not trade them for anything.
Done By:
Chen Hongzhi Jareth
Zaada A'isyah Binte Muhassan
Ma Bohan
