A Trip Down Memory Lane

Today I swung by my old high school with my good friend Leela. We made the rounds and talked to all of our old teachers. It was great to see all of them again. We chatted about college and were asked the age old question, "Isn't college better than high school?!" The answer, of course, was yes. I will admit that being back was extremely comforting. It isn't awkward like you might expect, and it's very different from visiting your old elementary school where the teachers are a little surprised and happy to see you, but quickly return their attention to the students they are currently teaching. Going back to [insert name of high school here] was fantastic. All of the teachers drop what they are doing to talk to you. One of my teachers, after setting his class up with the movie they were supposed to watch for the day, came and chatted with us outside of the classroom. It was a lot of fun to see all of the familiar faces. When I walked into the drama classroom I was almost knocked over by all of the sophomore (now junior, and some senior) friends that I had left behind. There were a lot of hugs, and one little junior in particular who had been known to follow me and Ms. B around latched on to me immediately. She just about peed herself when I told her I walked around the lake with Ms. B and her dogs on Monday. It was a lot of fun to see everyone again, and I can't wait to stop by again over winter break. Unfortunately the young alum reception takes place the same week I have finals, so it doesn't look like I am going to have the chance to go to that. At least I know I can visit the school again in January. Until then I'll wear my class ring with pride (which I quickly pulled out of my purse and slipped back on my finger while I was there). It really is great to be back.