I remember several years ago, I received a letter from my high school, asking me to join their alumni association. I promptly threw it away. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy my time there, but it is that the school district, flush with money from their high property taxes they charge, tore down the entire middle and high school complex, and built an entirely new school. The school I went to is gone forever. An imposter is in its place.
But the school I remember most was my Junior High School.
The school where I first took a shower in gym class, had my first yearbook, my first school locker, a place where I learned the trumpet (which led me to playing the tuba and marching in the Penn State Blue Band), and had my first date at a middle school halloween party also appears to be gone.
The school was beautiful as I remember it. It was a 1940s brick and stone bohemith. The school had long corridors, and I remember during my brief stint as a Junior High wrestler, we would run laps down the long corridors.
With all the schools I ever went to, with the exception of my high school, I remember this one the most. I don't know why.
Things change, and it appears that school has gone away too. Teachers now wear name badges, and armed guards stand guard at the now locked school doors. Blackboards have been replaced by white boards, and middle schools have replaced Junior High. I guess I have to accept it, live in the now, and forget about the way things were.
Posted by psugrad98 at August 30, 2006 08:20 AM | TrackBack
