Tear down the school...

my school, my grade school and the church.

A few years ago, my grade school became in ill repair

The local paper invited readers to come to the school and reminisce  about the days gone by

I was one such reader who came by that day and did just that...

I went to this school from K-8

I knew every class room, every hallway, every nook and crannie

I remember slamming Rochelles finger in the crayon box in Kindergarten

I remember meeting Vanessa in 1st grade and Patti in 2nd (two dear friends I have till this day)

I remember just not "getting" 3rd grade math and the day that the baggies full of water (to resemble the Red Sea) burst all over my desk in 4th grade

Oh and how could I forget 5th grade and my crush on a certain blonde hair blue eyed guy

In 6th grade I won the art contest and in 7th grade I can still remember that Dawn take grease out of your way but doesn't make for a great experiment at the science fair

I was counting down the days for 8th grade to arrive and I was holding onto every second as it flew by without my consent

The day I was able to go back to the school was a day I will never forget... I went to each and every classroom ~ now decrepit with age and  reminiscent ickiness of  a burst pipe

I could hear the giggles and I could smell the chalk dust

I could see myself and where I sat in each and every room and I could close my eyes for a second and be back there again

Yellow shirts and plaid jumpers... this may be where my love of plaid came from

I took the mission bank from 2nd grade and a metal hook from the "cloak" room in 4th grade... I stopped and recalled the day Orlando jumped up high on the lockers and they fell, right on the pointer finger of my left hand

Every room was practically vacant but still filled

I am sad now because they are tearing it down... all of it, the school, the church, the cafeteria, the library and the gym

The church where I learned that actually singing is easier than making the nuns think you are singing by lip synching...

The cafeteria where I fell in love with PBJ and Mrs Grass Soup...

The library where we snuck around the nun and read Agnes of God behind the shelves (but only the "bad" parts)

The gym where I learned that "no, you are not cut out for basketball honey"

It is going, and almost gone

I looked up the street today and saw an empty hole

Buildings though I guess ~ bricks and mortar ~not much more after all the good stuff is gone

Bricks and Mortar...not lifelong friendships and memories... The Good Stuff!

Here is a slide show done by someone who understands

I entered this post as my fav for 2009 at Nester