Full circle
It feels as if I'm closing a circle now.
For the last two and a half months I've been working at my old school, where I spent the years between seven and sixteen. Nine years.
A few of the older theachers recognized me. But the building itself have changed. For the first few days I kept looking for doors that's not there anymore and wondering where everything was.
But the part of school that had changed the most was the dining hall. It has been copletley rebuilt. Not a single wall is where it used to be. But it is still one of my favourite parts of the place. The library being the other.
Yesterday I spoke with a teacher about my old teacher, Miss SJ, and found out that she had died fifteen years ago, but that she was active and healthy until the end.
Today I met one of my old classmates. He'd changed, but for the better. I remember him as a lad, unfocused and a bit sloppy. But he's matured into an adult. It was he who recognized my face, and said to himself 'if she picks up a book and starts to read, that's her'. Well, I did, he asked if it was me, and yes, it was. We spoke for a while and then we parted ways.
It feels like I'm back where I started. All these years, and I'm back to square one. Only, this time I've a lot more experience. I've lived some.
And it's okay.
For the last two and a half months I've been working at my old school, where I spent the years between seven and sixteen. Nine years.
A few of the older theachers recognized me. But the building itself have changed. For the first few days I kept looking for doors that's not there anymore and wondering where everything was.
But the part of school that had changed the most was the dining hall. It has been copletley rebuilt. Not a single wall is where it used to be. But it is still one of my favourite parts of the place. The library being the other.
Yesterday I spoke with a teacher about my old teacher, Miss SJ, and found out that she had died fifteen years ago, but that she was active and healthy until the end.
Today I met one of my old classmates. He'd changed, but for the better. I remember him as a lad, unfocused and a bit sloppy. But he's matured into an adult. It was he who recognized my face, and said to himself 'if she picks up a book and starts to read, that's her'. Well, I did, he asked if it was me, and yes, it was. We spoke for a while and then we parted ways.
It feels like I'm back where I started. All these years, and I'm back to square one. Only, this time I've a lot more experience. I've lived some.
And it's okay.