I went to see Grease at my high school this weekend. I went twice, in fact, but the first time I went and sat alone, in my old auditorium, and boy was it weird. I wandered around the school before the doors opened and I was sniffling and wiping away tears while high school kids sat in hallways and tossed lacrosse balls around. I took this photo of our senior lounge (with the same graffiti as six years ago), which apparently isn’t just for seniors anymore! Anyone can sit in the senior lounge! “what the heck!” I said to my mom. “yeah but no one really sits out there anyway,” she said. I wanted to try my old locker combination on my old locker, but I forgot the first number. I looked into classrooms I had once sat in, found ceiling-high murals I used to love. The play was cute, and much better than The Wiz. I saw it again with Travis later that weekend.
Today I watched two hours of shows about deep fried food.
