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Sunday, February 6, 2011
High school
I'm home in Palmerston North, and tonight I went for a walk. I found myself wandering around the grounds of my high school. It was strange returning to a place I'd spent so much time in. I left in 2002, and I could remember so many of the parts, but it was strange having the forgotten pieces of the puzzle find their places. 'Oh right, the music room...' I can remember being so small, and being overwhelmed, but also simultaneously recalling my final year, and feeling like my friends and I owned the place. It felt strange not being with my friends; we would've have been recalling all the fun times we'd had. By myself, I didn't feel sad, just a strange sense of reminiscence. It was a very central part of my life for five years, and now it's in the past.
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I was totally in Palmerston North today. I stopped there for lunch. Seemed ok.
ReplyDeletePart of me misses QEC, but part of me is also glad its in the past. As high school experiences go, it was fun at the time which is all you ask for I suppose. I have less and less enthusiasm for reminiscing about it though. I'm more or less in contact with everyone from school that's important to me, and I'm a little embarrassed about how immature I was then (still I guess that's the point of college).
ReplyDeleteI'm sure a wander round the school would soften my perspective mind.