Reunion Visit Memories

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It’s a new year. My life is so different. High school seems like a dream from long ago but pleasant memories of those few years easily bring me back. I promised myself I'd make it back to the school for a reunion and this year I've finally done it.

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It's difficult not to be drawn to the auditorium. How many others have ridden through free time (and classes) on the sturdy wooden soldiers? I’m in awe as I reflect how most of the seats are so much older than any of its previous riders.

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The elevators seem mystical to me. Back in the day, I watched as noisy blurs hurriedly moved in and out of the magical boxes. In the three years that I stepped from basement to upper levels, I never used the elevators. I walked pass them. The convenience of the wired carriages couldn’t compete with the shyness of my anxious youth as I escaped to the close by stairways.

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The hallways pull away from me as an imaginary class bell rings. Almost bumping into others in the corridor became a daily occurrence as everyone honored their personal space. I realize that folks in the distance are familiar. As my step quickens, I smile. No time for that lonely feeling when there are so many friends close by.
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Life is so different but so many things remain the same. A world-wind of emotions suddenly take me back. I remember how unusual a school like Music and Art really was. M&A will always be part of my soul because of the blessings bestowed upon me by being there. I'm glad I decided to come back.

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