Ode to the High School

Nothing can even come close to the shock that went through my body when I found out that the county wants to tear down my home high school. Yeah, there's no AC, and yeah, there's a lack of gifted classes, but we love it anyway.

I love how open the building is, we have our outdoor walkway that's been christened Breezeway, and there's the outdoor classroom, and the various benches and small (half dead) gardens.

Sure, the lights on Breezeway don't work, and yeah, the roof leaks, and damn straight you can't walk through it without seeing people getting high, but it's ours.

I'll never forget the time my best friend and I tried to use an upside down trashcan to climb onto the Breezeway roof. It didn't work, and it was one of the stupidest things we've ever done, but it was hilarious, and the fact that it was a Sunday in the middle of the summer made it even better.
 

It's a given that the gym floor probably rivals a city street when it comes to the color and cleanliness, and yeah, there's rocks and dirt all over the floor, and it's hot and stuffy, and a lot of the windows refuse to open, but it's ours.
 

I'll never forget the time right before freshie year started when we were at our other friend's volleyball practice in the gym, and we were so thirsty that within an hour of being there, we downed at least seven Gatorade between the two of us, then found a golf ball and spent most of our time rolling it back and forth, into people, and down the hallways. Then our drinking caught up with us, and we spent the last half an hour we were there in the bathroom. I never want to drink another Gatorade in my life, but it was one of the best things we've ever done.
 

I think I'm going to miss my home high school like mad crazy, and it's funny because even though I never actually went to school there since I'm a magnet student, I know the building, and the kids, and even a lot of the teachers. When they demolish our war veteran of a high school and turn it into a field, it's never going to be the same in the new building, because although the school represented a lot of bad choices, and sooner or later it probably would have caved in on itself anyway, it was ours and no new school can ever hold up to that.

Author's Note

Yeah, if you look at the pic, you can see our school, and yes, that's a chair in the middle of the courtyard. I don't even know anymore.
Blah. They're tearing it down summer 2010, right after our sophomore year, and erging it with a nearby magnet school.

We not be happy.