Well I want to say 2 days ago it finally came down. My old high school is now in pieces. Where a school had stood for over 70+ years graduated that many classes then some and was the face of a township. Everyone that grew up around the area had their own memories of that school. Sure some of the memories are different for everyone but in the end its the same thing. You had something happen in that school. Well then again it was high school and something always happens there. The 4 smallest years in your life. Hell even a movie was taped in that school. I cant remember the name but its one of those things you just instantly notice. Some of us even has the same teachers from when my mom was in school. C/O 1980. Mrs. Eblin you will always be remember for the 3 years of 4 that I had you for a teacher always staring at the ceiling and we always wondered if you knew how many holes there were on the tiles. Well each indivual hole. I wanted to make this post a couple days ago. I couldnt bring my self to it and I was sad about the whole situation with the school coming down. Anyone who is actually happy about it coming down really doesn't understand what that building meant to all the classes that graduated from there. They never will. Most will look at the new building and be like wow, this is so much better then the last building. But deep down inside everyone who was in that old building will understand the pain. Especially when you hear people all cheering that the pillars were coming down. It just hurts. And it will hurt until its all gone and even then the pain will not be going away.
But its like a Phoenix it will rise from the ashes. and thats what we get from the new building that was finished this year. When one building comes down another one comes up from anew.
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