Back to Before
It felt weird walking through the same corridors I walked through for ten years of my life. It felt weird seeing the same classrooms I once sat in for almost ten hours everyday for ten years. It felt weird seeing the same open field we once played cops and robbers on. It felt awkward how our 6th grade classroom was now a 5th grade classroom. It felt awkward seeing how that already creepy St. Lorenzo statue near the monkey bars got even creepier. Or maybe it was just because of the statue’s new paintjob. Do statues even suppose to have paintjobs?
I actually wouldn’t have gone to SSA if I didn’t have to drive my mother around town last weekend. I was perfectly content with my memories of how the school used to be, I still am. But going back made me reminisce about the way we once were, the fun we’ve had, the tears we’ve shed, the friendships we’ve made and the experiences we probably will never forget.
Going back was surreal. Surreal, but nice.
feels weird looking at the pictures. it feels like its from a different place, a different time, a distant memory… something that i can remember yet its so grainy and distant that it takes a lot of focus and concentration for me to think about it.
Hehe, I left a long-ish comment on your most recent blog entry which pretty much summed up how I felt about the whole thing.