I went to visit my high school today. There is really only one word to describe the visit: weird. I’d forgotten how weird the buildings smell. But…

I went to visit my high school today. There is really only one word to describe the visit: weird. I’d forgotten how weird the buildings smell. But aside from that, my visit today brought back a lot of memories both good, bad, and smelly. When I graduated just a few months ago, I couldn’t wait to get out. A few weeks ago, though, as I spoke with a friend about our high school exploits, I realized how much I missed it. Or rather, it hit me how much I missed certain aspects. I didn’t miss being scolded by security guards for bringing food inside. I didn’t miss having the same schedule everyday. But I did miss my teachers and some of the experiences I had in high school. In high school I sweated over a lot of pretty superficial things. I remember roaming through the hallways and being vigilant about any possible harassment coming from my peers for my appearance (or whatever it was). I was pretty self-conscious as a high schooler. Still a little bit so now, but less than I was before. I think part of it is the pressure many of us experience as youth to be a certain way; to do this, do that. It really does take some experience to gain perspective. – Allyson

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