Jan 25, 2006 17:19
So, Monday we went to Wally High. I was in Morristown for Hispanic Mentoring and Wally High was a nice stop to make, official business aside (address changes).
It was...odd. Just walking around, saying hey to people that know us. (but don't really realize we aren't students there anymore...) Went by to see Mz. E, because what Wally High visit would be complete without a trip down gossip lane???
Even not there, nothing was new. Somehow all the inside gossip finds me...this instance it ran into me during my LAST DAY at Wal-Mart and practically cornered me to fill the air full of lies & whining. OMGLMAO. I wanted to say, "hey, u ass. I totally know EVERYTHING about how much of a creepy assmunch you are and why they threw you out of school!" But I didn't. Damn, I'm too nice. I love people who lie through their teeth, yet practically chase you around screaming about the word of God in their off time. Just want to know HOW THE FUCK that works...Any ideas?
While I'm lovin' settling in to Carson-Newman, part of me misses Wally High. Imagining Creative Writing without Ben in it...I never got to know that experience. Lucky bastards. And more than that, I've got some serious folklore envy. 1) CHIP ROCKS. End of discussion. 2) Like all my closest Wally High friends are in that class.
*sigh* It'd be hellafun.
Is it okay to still have some WH love? Anyone wanna comment?
wally high,
so i've got a stalker,
life