So Yesterday

I went back to Western High today. The 20-minute walk from my house was rife with memories (I hate this word officially), but I was blasting Hilary Duff's "So Yesterday" on Colbear, so it was aiiight. :)

The halls seemed...smaller than I remember, and the rooms seemed...more suffocating. Yet the sights and smells remained the same, and my mentors were as inspiring as ever.

One is still a happy hippie. You can never tell from the kindness in his eyes that he suffers from inside - his father is on his deathbed, and has been for a while. His room still bursts with color, and his walls remain proof of my high school years - my attempt at painting forever immortalized in a far corner.

One is still joyfully English. The first person to believe in me. :) She likes Twilight, but that's alright. She claims that she reads bad writing all day anyway, so she's used to it. I laughed out loud.

One is still delightfully stiff and Japanese. My first Sensei. Haha. You were right about everything, after all these years...and you know it.

I don't belong there anymore, but it was nice to look back and see...how tiny that cosmos was, and how much bigger my prospects are...now that I've broken free.