Listening to: "A Little Pain" - Olivia insp. Reira (Trapnest)Every once in a while, I get struck by nostalgia and the few pleasant memories of high school will cause me to see what's going on there and the underclassmen I knew. I'm proud of my "fishies," called that b/c they were freshmen when the math and science club started. Several became National Merit Finalists; one's going to Columbia; another placed 6th at UIL Regionals in math; and one placed graduated in the top 5. I kinda feel like their older sister. It's a bit odd b/c we didn't hang out outside of the math and science meets. Thus we didn't really know each other, and I don't think we're going to be keeping in touch (seeing that we weren't in touch in the first place). :( *sigh* I miss them.
What has really bummed me out though is the fact that a lot of my teachers have already retired. It's only been 1.5 years since I last visited my high school, but it feels like forever. Several awesome teachers have left, and I'm sad that I didn't really get to say goodbye. I want to show them that I haven't forgetten about them. They've had a tremendous impact on my life, and it's not quite fair that I should disappear just b/c I hated the non-educational aspects of high school.
Upon graduating, I swore I'd never return to the place. I came back the winter after my 1st semester of college. It was probably too soon b/c even though everyone said I changed, I hadn'te truly grown up. Now I feel like I have since I want to visit again (1st time I went w/ a friend who isn't a friend anymore) and tell the future graduates everything I know. Just goes to show how your perspective on things change. You can put the painful past behind you.
Quote of the day:
"You don't remember me, but I remember you." - Evanescence, "Taking Over Me"
no turning back?