| leroy_brown242 ( @ 2009-05-29 08:37:00 |
JB Thomas Jr. High School: One Last Visit
Last night I went to the JB Thomas Jr High pre-demolition open house.
It was fun to see some familiar faces, smell the venerable smell of the 86 year old school, and snap some pictures.
When I was there, I wasn't as interested in history and the cool old building itself as much as I am now. So as an adult it was very cool to see some of the things they don't let you see as a kid. The boiler room, the shooting range, the teacher's lounge.
The librarian of all the people remembered me most vividly. While we were chatting she put in a dvd that had some camcorder footage from when I was there. We had fun pointing out people we knew then, know now, and me passing on who had passed. We both teared up talking about Mike Lutheran and Jeremy Benjamin and how and why they died.
During different times as I was walking around, soaking in what I could, I paired up with Alex, April, and their son Reed; then later Melissa and Emilie Bullard of NW Morgan fame. April and Emilie were a number of years before Alex and I, Melissa was a few years after us. Just enough of a gap to remember different teachers and different ways of doing things. Security change vastly between the early 90s and late 90s.
I was disappointed to have run into Sarah Henry there, and have her avoid me. We shared some moments and a serious crush with each other in High School, and it would have been nice to chat. But she avoided eye contact, kept a safe distance, and I am jut not forward enough to force the issue.
It will be sad to see the space that the school is in now reduced to just being athletic fields. But such is the way of progress and the bottom line.
Last night I went to the JB Thomas Jr High pre-demolition open house.
It was fun to see some familiar faces, smell the venerable smell of the 86 year old school, and snap some pictures.
When I was there, I wasn't as interested in history and the cool old building itself as much as I am now. So as an adult it was very cool to see some of the things they don't let you see as a kid. The boiler room, the shooting range, the teacher's lounge.
The librarian of all the people remembered me most vividly. While we were chatting she put in a dvd that had some camcorder footage from when I was there. We had fun pointing out people we knew then, know now, and me passing on who had passed. We both teared up talking about Mike Lutheran and Jeremy Benjamin and how and why they died.
During different times as I was walking around, soaking in what I could, I paired up with Alex, April, and their son Reed; then later Melissa and Emilie Bullard of NW Morgan fame. April and Emilie were a number of years before Alex and I, Melissa was a few years after us. Just enough of a gap to remember different teachers and different ways of doing things. Security change vastly between the early 90s and late 90s.
I was disappointed to have run into Sarah Henry there, and have her avoid me. We shared some moments and a serious crush with each other in High School, and it would have been nice to chat. But she avoided eye contact, kept a safe distance, and I am jut not forward enough to force the issue.
It will be sad to see the space that the school is in now reduced to just being athletic fields. But such is the way of progress and the bottom line.