I can’t say it’s the end of an era, because I know it’s not. But it is.
It’s as if the story splits in two here. One part of this thread is cut, the other continues on.
This is what I always feared--a time you can never go back to and worse, a time you might one day forget. I’ll never be able to come back to the halls of bright red lockers, pass the trophy case that was once set on fire by a chem demo gone wrong and head into my favourite room of the school--usually finding it disappointingly empty or aggravatingly full. I can’t go back to the time where I was stranded in this little box of school--my only refuge being that one classroom, my only thoughts being “please, let this classroom save me, get me out of here” and it did.
It gave me a glimpse in to the future. Said it could only get better from here. Gave me a look at what it feels like to be accepted, nourished and intellectually awesome. Gave me a look at what a real conversation is made of--not just frivolous gossip and teenage complaints. Gave me a glimpse at being supported and gave me a whole lot of confidence boosts (but I needed every one of them). It showed me what the future will be like and for that, I call it the Ultimate Time Machine.
Now we’re bonded, but bonded because we chose to be. We’re not tied together anymore because we all live in the same space 5 days a week--no, we’re actually making an effort to come together. And it’s that effort that changes things, but also that effort that makes our bond so much stronger.
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