I returned a stolen grammar book.
After all the trouble they go through to make you sign out your highschool text books, I wonder why I didn't get charged for a single one. Usually I would lose or forget a book, saunter over to the English Dept supply closet, and pick out another one. The one I turned in at the end of the year was never the same as the one that was assigned to me. Nobody seemed to care.
Yesterday when I was cleaning my room, I found an old purple and green English Workbook dated 2000. The ones that Mrs. Culliton used to torture us in Junior English. And instead of shoving it in my bookcase as a possible future reference (I thought about it, but I already have a Gregg Reference...), I brought it back to W.H.S. this morning.
It was weird being back at the high school. It looks so... new. Everything is finally finished and the walls are covered in display cases that weren't there when we graduated. The auditorium was done. Everything was clean.
As I walked up the steps among the huge crowd of kids who had just gotten out of their second final, my heart started to pound and I tensed up. I remembered how much I hated being there.
But then I went to see Beth and everything was fine. I also saw Mrs. Hampe, Mr. Alan, and Mrs. Kunz. I returned the grammar book (Beth tossed it on a shelf with about 40 identical dog-eared copies). I told them about going to Mexico. Beth and Alan told me to email them if I do anything exciting.
And! The newspaper finally (finally!) generated controversy this semester.
Yesterday when I was cleaning my room, I found an old purple and green English Workbook dated 2000. The ones that Mrs. Culliton used to torture us in Junior English. And instead of shoving it in my bookcase as a possible future reference (I thought about it, but I already have a Gregg Reference...), I brought it back to W.H.S. this morning.
It was weird being back at the high school. It looks so... new. Everything is finally finished and the walls are covered in display cases that weren't there when we graduated. The auditorium was done. Everything was clean.
As I walked up the steps among the huge crowd of kids who had just gotten out of their second final, my heart started to pound and I tensed up. I remembered how much I hated being there.
But then I went to see Beth and everything was fine. I also saw Mrs. Hampe, Mr. Alan, and Mrs. Kunz. I returned the grammar book (Beth tossed it on a shelf with about 40 identical dog-eared copies). I told them about going to Mexico. Beth and Alan told me to email them if I do anything exciting.
And! The newspaper finally (finally!) generated controversy this semester.