i went back to my high school to visit some teachers with michael.
i had to wear a visitor's sticker and sign in.
it was weird walking through the halls again.
i definetly didn't miss the pushing and shoving trying to get past
the masses of 9th graders crowding the halls cause they have yet
to learn the rules of the hallway haha. there were new murals up
on the walls, but other than that everything looked relatively the same.
all of my teachers asked how i liked university.
only one asked how me and mike were dealing with the distance.
most of the people we saw all said they were so happy that we were
still together. it was nice to peek over and see him standing there
next to me still, more than a year later. i felt older walking through the
halls. like i had the hidden secret to life figured out, which these kids
shoving past me, yelling and shouting without a care in the world, have yet
the last place we went to visit was our photography class. we sat and talked
with a friend of mine and my teacher. i didnt realize how much i missed that
photography class. how inspiring it really was just walking in there. and how funny
my photog teacher still is, picking on students, throwing film canisters at them lol.
the class rooms at GH are beautiful, but they dont compare to this one.
i don't feel as creative while im there, which is disapointing in so many ways,
since your university years are supposed to be amazing. well step by step i'm
hoping they'll improve. first year seems to be all a learning experience for me.
theres a big part of me that wishes i could go back. play a few more games of rugby,
go to one last semi formal, take one more art class and spend one last spare in the
library. i really miss the days when it would get warmer cause summer was getting
closer, and me and mike would skip class with friends to hang out and drive with the windows
down, music loud..mhmm those were my favourite days.