Blast To The (sort of) Past: Visiting My Old High School
May 19, 2008 Posted in Reality
I know people who look back at high school and wish they could go back. I know people who want to leave it in the past and never look back. And I know people who could really care less either way. I don’t really know where I fit in that, but I know that my high school – the second one, since I transferred halfway through – and a few of the teachers had enough of an impact in my life that I feel like I at least owed them a visit. So I did.
Now, let me explain something real quick to you guys; teenagers scare the living shit out of me. No, really, they do. After being teased and taunted for years, a group of teenagers giggling and laughing anywhere near me automatically puts me on edge. But I was willing to walk through the halls infested with these loud cockroaches to see my old teachers.
I went to a school with a mild crime problem, so of course there was a security van parked in front. When I passed by, the guy honked at me, and I groaned to myself. I really didn’t feel like dealing with security, but I turned and went over to the car. Turns out it was one of my favorite guards, and he greeted me pretty happily before I went in.
I made the rounds to my favorite teachers. Two of them – two of the most important to me – weren’t there, so the chances that I’ll go back to see them before the year is up are pretty high. I was surprised how everyone remembered me so well. Probably the funniest reoccurring question was, “Are you seriously a senior?” Three years didn’t really seem like a lot, but it was. The auditorium and the music wing were both redone, and all of the kids had LAPTOPS. At the risk of sounding like an old grump, when I went to school, we didn’t get laptops. We had to crowd around one of the four computers in the room and share. Dang nabbit.
I know it’s weird to go back to a place that used to be home and isn’t anymore. I knew exactly where I was going at every turn, but I didn’t recognize any of the students and most of the professors. But after a pretty rough semester, it was nice to go back and see that really, not a whole lot has changed.
I’m visiting my junior high school later this week. That should be real kick in the face.
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E says:
Sat, 12th Jul 20084:17 pm
I graduated from my secondary school almost 7 years ago, but I love going back and visiting my old teachers. In fact, I´m still kind of friends with my art history teacher (he´s only 7 years older than me!). I was not at all a teacher´s pet kind of student, yet, the ones I visit, have really fond memories of myself and my classmates.
I´m pretty happy where I´m standing at this point of my life, but there are times I wish I could close my eyes and go back to my small class, my 24 classmates/friends, where we all knew each other and had so much fun together.
I can happily say I had a wonderful time back at school, but, still, it´s a little strange going back, and feeling so out of place, seeing kids that had nothing to do with me when I was there.
Burris says:
Wed, 19th May 20102:12 pm
Do you regret anything?
Arroyo says:
Fri, 21st May 20102:26 pm
Thanks for this comment..