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You Can't Go Back
People always say "Once you leave something, if you go back it's never the same." I never really believed that until yesterday. Yesterday my friend Lindsay, and I went back for a visit, to our old junior high.
We tried to walk in through the building we'd been in, D wing. That didn't work; we ran straight into a security guard, so we tried A -Wing. We were kicked out there too. Then, we asked a security guard if we could just go to the bathroom. She said, "Columbine, September 11th, NO." So far our experience was not going well. We were rejected, and even considered dangerous!
I remembered a back door by the nurse's office that was sometimes unblocked, so we tried it and got in. We went straight to the nurse's office and saw Mrs. P, the kind women who used to let us skip class in her office when we had a test. We spent a lot of Middle School hanging out with her. By the looks of her office, she's had new people move in. We talked and said our hellos. I told her I really wanted to visit my guidance counselor, Mrs. Avacillia. We'd had a really close relationship. Mrs. P told us that when the bell rang we could probably blend with the students, and visit our old teacher, because Mrs. Avacillia was in a meeting.
When the bell rang we ran to out home wing and flew right up the stairs. We first saw our old Science teacher, Mr.Root. He looked the same, but older. I suddenly remembered how much I hated his class, and how I tried to get out of it. Now his students were learning about hydroelectric dams. I remembered the exact lesson and how boring it was. Lindsay and I wished the students good luck, and talked to Mr. Root for a little while.
Then we went off, and saw some other teachers. As we were walking around the halls, the classrooms looked so much smaller than we remembered. The teachers looked different, and even the students seemed smaller. It seems every year the sixth graders get smaller and smaller. Nothing was really as we had remembered. We figured it had been a while, so we would go check to see if Mrs. Avacillia was out of her meeting yet. I looked through guidance's department window, near another security guard. Mrs. A was not in her office. The security guard noticed us and said in a sarcastic way " You girls are students here, right?" Then another guard came by and said, "These girls do not go to this school." He started flipping out, asking if we were calling him stupid. During his ranting, he informed us we were in C wing when we were standing in D wing. The man was clearly crazy. Out loud the first security guard said," Now you made me mad. You lied. Get out." As we were walking away, the Principal of D wing came out screaming, " Leave the premises!!" I told him that's what we were trying to do. "Bye Nikki,” the principal called, after us.
He knew who I was, and he also knew I had a close relationship with Mrs. Avacillia, so I asked " Can I just say hi to Mrs. Avacillia?" He said no. That day was the worst. My old school has changed. The guards and the principals treated us like we were aliens. I wish I had never gone back. I can understand all the security, because of recent events. I do not understand why they wouldn't let us visit out old teachers, especially since the principal knew who I was! It's really true: you can't go back. Article provided by 
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