They Say What They Say

I've spent the day in the old home town where my mother, sister and myself attended the blessing ceremony and opening of a new learning centre at our old high school.

OMG, talk about revisiting the past!

The new building is fantastic, incorporating the library, a lecture theatre, classrooms and computer labs, but then you wander into other parts of the school and you feel like you're walking through some sort of architectural time warp!

The main building was a private residence until the nuns bought it for the school back in 1875. The chapel and nunnery (which no longer houses any nuns) was added about twenty years later, then more bits were added in the 1950's, 60's and 70's. In the last few years they've added a new gym where the bike sheds used to be, and now the learning centre has built over what was the junior playground when I started there back in *cough*. So as you wander around you pass from ultra modern through to run down mid-20th century, on to well preserved 19th century and through to soon to be renovated late 20th century. The classrooms where I wasted spent many years of my life have barely changed, and I'm sue they've still got the same carpet in the foyer outside the old senior dining room.

Fortunately I didn't see many of my old classmates, which was just as well because I couldn't for the life of me remember names of the trio I did run into. How embarrassing!

The blessing ceremony went on for HOURS, and I'm sure N and I got told off by one of our old teachers for talking during the speeches (What does she think she was going to do? Send us to detention?) We had a bit of a chuckle over the fact that the school song has been rewritten slightly to make it more politically correct, and It's also good to know that I'm still fit enough to climb the four flights of stairs to the old craft room!

It was nice to have a bit of a nostalgia trip, but I wouldn't want to go back. Not for anything. I really did hate high school and everything associated with it, and I was so much happier when I finally moved into higher education. At least at university you're treated with some small amount of diginty and respect.

I've spent the day in the old home town where my mother, sister and myself attended the blessing ceremony and opening of a new learning centre at our old high school.

OMG, talk about revisiting the past!

The new building is fantastic, incorporating the library, a lecture theatre, classrooms and computer labs, but then you wander into other parts of the school and you feel like you're walking through some sort of architectural time warp!

The main building was a private residence until the nuns bought it for the school back in 1875. The chapel and nunnery (which no longer houses any nuns) was added about twenty years later, then more bits were added in the 1950's, 60's and 70's. In the last few years they've added a new gym where the bike sheds used to be, and now the learning centre has built over what was the junior playground when I started there back in *cough*. So as you wander around you pass from ultra modern through to run down mid-20th century, on to well preserved 19th century and through to soon to be renovated late 20th century. The classrooms where I wasted spent many years of my life have barely changed, and I'm sue they've still got the same carpet in the foyer outside the old senior dining room.

Fortunately I didn't see many of my old classmates, which was just as well because I couldn't for the life of me remember names of the trio I did run into. How embarrassing!

The blessing ceremony went on for HOURS, and I'm sure N and I got told off by one of our old teachers for talking during the speeches (What does she think she was going to do? Send us to detention?) We had a bit of a chuckle over the fact that the school song has been rewritten slightly to make it more politically correct, and It's also good to know that I'm still fit enough to climb the four flights of stairs to the old craft room!

It was nice to have a bit of a nostalgia trip, but I wouldn't want to go back. Not for anything. I really did hate high school and everything associated with it, and I was so much happier when I finally moved into higher education. At least at university you're treated with some small amount of diginty and respect.