I went to the same school my entire young life. After I graduated from college, I came back and taught at the school for a few years before I got married. The elementary and highschool were attached by a breezeway, making it feel like one large building. All added together, I spent 11 years in those buildings.
I heard the city is getting ready to tear down the buildings. My sister and I took our kids and went for one last visit before the bulldozers arrive.
It was sad.
So empty.
So quiet.
Forgotten.
Once filled with noise and activity,
now deserted.
A building with many memories, friendships, laughs, tears,
school plays,
and chapel programs with classmates
is now cold and quiet.
I remembered things I haven't thought about in years and years.
The playground.
The buzzer to get in.
Field days.
The hallways stand still
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once the scene of spirit days
and friends counting down to the last day of school!
Thousands have run through the gym
and walked down the aisle at Kindergarden graduation.
I was reminded of so much I had forgotten as I walked around the building.
Enjoying "working" in the clinic with friends.
Running up the steps two at a time so I wouldn't be late to class.
I tried to remember which window went to which classroom & teacher.
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| (my sister Joy and I at the old dc buildings) |
It was fun to watch my kids jump off the same wall I had so many times
and enjoy the big trees just as much as I did 20+ years ago.
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| (senior breakfast) |
I LOVED my elementary school years. Highschool, well there was good with the bad. All that awkwardness, not having a clue how to be mature and wanting to fit in has left a bad taste, but the friendships I had were amazing. I was blessed.
However, I think of all my years combined, my teaching years were my favorite in these buildings.
I loved to sit outside and enjoy science lessons with the kids.
It was during these years that I met Pete.
I remember going down to the teachers lounge to call him after school with butterflies in my stomach.
I remember the flowers he left me in the office.
I remember how excited I was to have him pick me up at the end of the day.
I taught in the same building as several of my friends. We probably had more fun than we were suppose to. I think I should write a letter to every student I ever had and apologize!
Hundreds of trips through the cold breezeway to get to lunch.
I remember stepping inside the front door one morning in May, squealing that I had just gotten engaged!
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| (my best friend, Ann, and I) |
The school is 86 years old. It is on a Historic Preservation List
and yet it will not be saved.
The elementary building originally was a home to nuns.
The highschool was originally a Catholic school.
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| (my kids and I at the old north elementary building - 2012) |
The old school will soon be gone, the memories however, have just been awakened.