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Yesterday…I went to the local high school…I was taking a student’s paperwork to the school nurse…as I stood outside her office…I was looking directly at what in my day…were the eighth grade classrooms…

Nostalgia washed over me…as conversations…whispered and shouted came back to me…giggling by the lockers…waiting for…him…to walk by…and maybe…hope against hope…acknowledge me…

The years totally fell away in those few minutes…I was that young girl again…it must have been under that influence…that the most ludicrous…of all the ludicrous thoughts I’ve ever had…crossed my mind…

I wonder…if any of them think I’m a new student

Yes…that thought actually ran through my mind…and faster than an Olympic sprinter…Bertha…caught up with it…laughing all the way…

I have been out of high school for forty years…have completely gray hair…and…although…I’m not terribly wrinkled…I do look my almost sixty years…it’s a sure bet that none of them confused me with the new girl…in fact…I don’t think any of them even looked at me…

But…Bertha…said…it didn’t matter that the kids didn’t see me as young…the good memories that I had…and…the good feelings that they brought…brightened my world for a few minutes…and that’s all that mattered…

And you know…she’s right…I felt young all day long…

Jane