Jordana and I, both former students and now student teachers at our old high school, decided to nostalgia it up during the lunch hour today. So we paid a visit to the library, which has since been moved to a new spot: across the hall from the new gym, without enough soundproofing.
Both of the old librarians were still there. They recognized me, but not Jordie. The head librarian pulled out our yearbooks and we all talked a lot about the past.
The other day while I was with the Sec.4 Drama group, I found some of the remains of Ms. Forget's Drama Room on the stage, including three aged, fading scripts for the Flapper production that Jordie had the lead role in years ago. I surprised her by presenting her with one of the scripts from her show. Looked for a bit like she was going to shed a tear or two. I had a hard time rifling through those pages, myself.
She found the yearbook page about the play, and there was her younger self in the front row of the picture. I didn't recognize her. There were a lot of my friends in that picture. The only one I'd seen recently was Pat, who I ran into out of the blue one day while walking in the opposite direction that he was driving. He pulled over and gave me a lift.
Jordie found my picture in my yearbook and laughed. Can't blame her. If she'd read the paragraph I'd written there, she might've made her laugh intentionally.
The teachers in the English Department invited me to their weekly "go drinking on Thursday" night. I'll take them up on that offer some time, but not tonight.
Walked down the back hall on way out and there were some teachers talking to each other. One of them looked at me and lit up. I thought maybe there was a friend of hers behind me.
She shook my hand and started telling her colleague how she taught me years ago. I probably should've told her she hadn't aged a bit, because a) it would have made her feel good, and b) it was true. It was good to see Annie again, and we'll have to catch up later. She was gone for a while for medical reasons, but now Annie's okay, hence the choice of music.
Another shocker while still on my way out. I discovered that one of the new teachers, a certain Ms. Taylor, is a girl I'd gone to school with. I hadn't expected to see her in the same college I was in, and here she is now. Huh.
Another old friend drove past me while I waited for the bus. No idea she was still in this town. Next time, I'll have to get her attention, and maybe bum a ride.