High School

I returned to my high school tonight, for the first time in awhile. As soon as the doors opened the smell of hairspray and sweat hit my nostrils as did a wave of memories. I never really enjoyed high school, but I suppose that is actually a good thing. It seems to me that the people who really love high school are the people who cannot seem to leave it behind. They constantly have to have the reassurance that high school once provided for them and they always have to relive the good old days. I realized tonight that I am not one of those people at all. That is not to say that I won't, once in awhile, reflect on those times. However, I refuse to stay stuck in that time. I hope only to grow and progress and look back on those times to see how far I have come. Tonight will be my last night back there for a long time. Mainly because I will live too far away, but also because I think I've outgrown it all. I'm moving on to face the world, head on with guns blazing.