compulsive compartmentalization

Captured thoughts…on exhibit in the zoo that is the blog-o-sphere.

There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person. - G.K. Chesterton

Today I was back subbing at my old high school. No real memorable encounters this time (though I did see my 9th grade English teacher from a distance…I doubt he remembers me.) It was a bit weird, however, as I was walked through the halls, not really thinking about the fact that I was in my old high school, just walking to wherever I needed to be. In those moments, I felt like I had been sent back in time. Same halls…same stuff going on…same slow people taking up all of the hall….same door to the walkway hanging open with the cold air coming in…as if the last decade of years never happened and I was just leaving school on another Friday afternoon.

But then it was gone, and I got in my truck and fought my way through adolescent drivers…none of which seemed to care that I was trying to turn left out of the parking lot.

2 Responses to “a quiet day at the schoolhouse”

  1. I went back to my old high school a year or two ago and it wa so werid. I still felt like I needed to prove myself to others around me. And they were the high schoolers, not me!

    alisa

  2. I would definitely be strange, going back to my old high school.

    Roger

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