I visited my high school for the first time in 2 years today. I think winter break of my first year of college, I snuck in and wondered through the halls, thinking about what it was like when I was a student there, a whole 7 months back.
This visit was different. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve changed as a person, or the school has changed.
I walked into reception and looked at the schedule of the teachers’ classes, to pick out the ones I knew to talk to, and ask what they would think of writing a recommendation letter for me… After I got the list and walked out of the office toward the classrooms, my heart started pounding.
I don’t know why, but for some reason I was terribly afraid of seeing someone, anyone at all, and I was constantly forgetting why I was there.
Why does a college student go back to high school anyway?
Well…I don’t know, but it was really a good experience. I saw the student life administrators, and christian service people, and old teachers, and they were all ecstatic and happy to see me. They beamed and were interested in my life. They pretty much loved me.
Now I simply have to get that reference letter.