I can’t say for certain if it was the first time I’ve returned to my high school since graduation,

But I can say for certain …

It was the first time I remember returning to my high school since graduating …

A mere 27 years ago !

Phreakin’ A !

Weird.Strange.Life enough,

My last memory of being in said high school facility was standing in line with Baked Apple getting ready to walk into the fieldhouse for the diploma distribution ceremonies.

But back to now,

Yesterday,

D-Lo’s son was participating in the state finals of an scholastic competition,

Which were being held at said location of A secondary education,

And D-Lo was the team head coach,

So I figured it would be fun to go watch D-Lo coach,

Offspring perform,

All in the environment of my old high school,

Which I did.

Now …

Just as I never know how someone will respond,

React,

To My Function sharing,

I have learned that I never know how I’ll react when finding myself in settings of heavy Joe past.

Sometimes a setting of great memory magnitude …

Will wreck me up seriously.

Seriously.

Other times,

It does not register even a blip on the psyche wreckage scale.

One just doesn’t know.

I do know,

However,

That I find myself dysfunctionally non-interested in avoiding such memory intense situations,

And that when I find myself seriously wrecked by one,

Will revisit said situation until it no longer wrecks me seriously.

Testing myself.

Pushing.

Not knowing how I was going to react to roaming the halls containing my old lockers,

I was naturally kurious to see what would go down with me.

At least I think it’s a natural kuriousity.

Regardless,

Back in my day,

My high school was a large school …

And it’s gotten even larger over the years.

But despite some facial extensions,

And building additions,

I noticed driving into the upperclassman parking lot in which I had parked my rockin’ 64 1/2 Mustang in 1981,

It’s core presentation appeared unchanged.

Once inside,

It was confirmed.

The commons area still looked like the commons area I remembered,

The media center was still the same media center,

Just more computers,

And the freshman wing,

Though now absorb into the upper classman facilities,

Still had the hallways and presence of the freshman wing of old.

I had a blast.

D-Lo’s team did great,

It’s always a hoot watching younglings do their scholastic thing.

I also got to roam around,

Snoop.

I saw a couple of my old lockers,

Several classrooms,

And spotted Joe in a picture in one of the conference championship photos lining the fieldhouse wall.

Such a squirrel.

Since the commons cafeteria was open to feed the competitive academic masses,

I even got to treat myself to a hamburger and chocolate chip cookie,

As I was wondering if they were as good and tasty as I remembered.

They weren’t. *shrug*

All in all,

It was a total non-reactionary event for me.

Not an issue in the least,

Which is kewl,

Meaning unless a special need arises,

I probably won’t go there again.

Confess I will,

That even though I didn’t have the need,

Urge,

I did make it a special point to use to Girl’s Restroom.

I always wondered what they looked like inside,

Even way back then.