yesterday, i left work a little early to tag along with chris to my middle school, where he was hoping to get some parents to sign their kids up for a research he's conducting. and boy, it was a weird feeling.
just like any other time i go back to a place from childhood, i expected everything to look a lot smaller than i remembered. but no, it was all as it had been when i was there. the hallways, the lockers, the smell, even the bathroom were all so familiar.
i think the weird feeling came from the meshing of two different worlds: one of me at 11 years old fighting my friends to sit at the end seat at "our" lunch table and another of me at 23 years old excitedly pointing out to my boyfriend that table i used to sit at. little did i know that i'd be back at that same place 10 years later, so different, so grown-up, yet just as child-like.
i passed my orchestra room and was surprised to find ms. maglaras (mrs. winfield to me) at her computer. we had kept in touch for a few years after i moved onto high school, and i actually ran into her a year or two ago, but when i saw her at the same place she used to reprimand us for getting into sword fights with our bows, i felt like a kid again! she couldn't believe i was all grown up. =)
the funny thing was, i not only remembered this school from 10 years ago, i remembered it just as clearly from recurring nightmares of the first day of school that i had as an adult. i dunno why i have dreams like that, but for some reason, school dreams are always at cockeysville middle.
all in all, going there made me happy.
on a side note, i just finished the first harry potter book and am now reading the second one. to my surprise, it's quite good. i have never in my life attempted to read while driving. one thing is for sure, i don't recommend it.
;)
i love godiva. yes, what can i say, i am a girl after all. after i hesitantly offered some to my mom, i told her she could only take a bite out of each one, so that i can taste them all. and i refuse to offer any to my sister. you never know, she's pregnant. she might throw a fit if i tell her she can't have too much.
just like any other time i go back to a place from childhood, i expected everything to look a lot smaller than i remembered. but no, it was all as it had been when i was there. the hallways, the lockers, the smell, even the bathroom were all so familiar.
i think the weird feeling came from the meshing of two different worlds: one of me at 11 years old fighting my friends to sit at the end seat at "our" lunch table and another of me at 23 years old excitedly pointing out to my boyfriend that table i used to sit at. little did i know that i'd be back at that same place 10 years later, so different, so grown-up, yet just as child-like.
i passed my orchestra room and was surprised to find ms. maglaras (mrs. winfield to me) at her computer. we had kept in touch for a few years after i moved onto high school, and i actually ran into her a year or two ago, but when i saw her at the same place she used to reprimand us for getting into sword fights with our bows, i felt like a kid again! she couldn't believe i was all grown up. =)
the funny thing was, i not only remembered this school from 10 years ago, i remembered it just as clearly from recurring nightmares of the first day of school that i had as an adult. i dunno why i have dreams like that, but for some reason, school dreams are always at cockeysville middle.
all in all, going there made me happy.
on a side note, i just finished the first harry potter book and am now reading the second one. to my surprise, it's quite good. i have never in my life attempted to read while driving. one thing is for sure, i don't recommend it.
;)
i love godiva. yes, what can i say, i am a girl after all. after i hesitantly offered some to my mom, i told her she could only take a bite out of each one, so that i can taste them all. and i refuse to offer any to my sister. you never know, she's pregnant. she might throw a fit if i tell her she can't have too much.
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