One of the weirdest sensations ever is revisiting somewhere that you spent a lot of time, a long while ago. Like if you move away from a town, and the go back to see relatives, it's pretty much a given (if you're anything like me) that you will "Oooh" and "Ahh" at the new shops/parks/buildings etc. The high street near where I lived in London now has a Subway! I'm so proud :')
But for those of you who like me have left school, revisiting is extraordinarily odd, especially if its at good ol' TBS. Hell, even the reception has moved! Mrs Oliver will murder you if you don't sign in as a visitor, but how are us alumnis supposed to know the main entrance is in block 5??
Plus, all the kids look younger and more annoying. They all seem like extreme versions of who we were, the orange girls are even more orange, the geeks are even more snot covered, and the short kids, are, well, really damn short.
However, luckily for me, I never need to go back now :) I have all my old coursework, and all my certificates, but for those of you who still need to collect stuff, have fun in the awkward mess. :D
It's horrible seeing those annoying kids in the year below running the place ;)
Hehe.
But for those of you who like me have left school, revisiting is extraordinarily odd, especially if its at good ol' TBS. Hell, even the reception has moved! Mrs Oliver will murder you if you don't sign in as a visitor, but how are us alumnis supposed to know the main entrance is in block 5??
Plus, all the kids look younger and more annoying. They all seem like extreme versions of who we were, the orange girls are even more orange, the geeks are even more snot covered, and the short kids, are, well, really damn short.
However, luckily for me, I never need to go back now :) I have all my old coursework, and all my certificates, but for those of you who still need to collect stuff, have fun in the awkward mess. :D
It's horrible seeing those annoying kids in the year below running the place ;)
Hehe.
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