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I think that some time soon, I'd like to visit my third grade teacher...but at the same time, I don't want to go back, because going back is like saying that I'm really finished? I'd like to see where my old friends ended up, even though it hasn't been that long, really. I tell myself that I can't visit now because I can't drive, but it's just an excuse...why, I don't know. I imagine myself driving alone, on a sunny spring day. Windows open, sun shining, warm inviting smiles. Most likely, they will not remember me at all. After all, the quiet girl with the coke bottle glasses isn't anyone of consequence. Maybe I'll just go back and sit on the swings...but they'll probably think I'm some creepy stalker...and I think I'm too self-conscious for that.
4 for 4.
4 for 4.