Ramblings of an old student....
My school is being sold this month. I’ve heard that they are going to build apartments there. Two years ago when they announced they would close, I didn’t feel surprise. The last time I was a part of the school, I was leaving a year early, running for a wide open university campus and possibilities and friends and experiences, with no intention of looking back. It was like I was slamming a book that had gotten old and tired and toxic shut, and starting fresh, crisp pages – a spine that creaks when you open it. I did not feel sadness leaving. I didn’t visit; I didn’t go to homecomings; I didn’t play in alumni games like I had always planned in sixth grade; I didn’t go to reunions. I had two close friends who have remained like sisters over the years – one I only see about once a year and one I see weekly; she is my daughter’s namesake. I have list of teachers I will love forever. A smattering of friends who have also moved back to town and had kids at the same time, ou...