I am home for the holidays. Yesterday, I visited my high school, after several years of not setting foot inside. What a walk down memory lane.
A few things struck me:
1. Why do all my teachers look exactly the same? High school must be some sort of time warp where the youth and vigor from all its perky (or surly) teens infuses into its older inhabitants.
2. High schoolers? They look like babies. How did I even feed myself at age?
3. My English teacher, Mrs. G, still has an uncanny ability to stare straight into your soul. And she has those large batwing classes too. She is a living Sybill Trewlawny (from Harry Potter).
I am very lucky to have spent my formative teenage years at this place, where the teachers are dedicated, encouraging, and invested in what they do. So thanks Mr. and Mrs. B, Mrs. C, Mrs. G! You were and are amazing!
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