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Afterthoughts : A Return Visit
July 4th I went with a friend to the Homenetmen Navasartian Festival helf at my old high school, Birmingham. It was cool to go back to my old haunts. Here are a few pictures of my old school.
This is a picture of the campus map. The school is pretty much the same as I remember it. There are some new additions, but the main layout has not changed.
This is the door to my old photo class. This is where I received my first photo training, if you will. Mr. Arst was my teacher for those two years. I owe him a debt of gratitude for exposing me (no pun intended) to photography.
This is my old hang-out spot. I spent many a day in front of that pillar, hanging out with my friends. I never ventured to the cafeteria because it was too crowded. I rather liked being in my own space in between classes.
Lastly, my old locker. If I wasn't at my hang-out spot I would be here, sitting in front of my open locker. I was sitting at my locker the morning the 1987 Whittier Narrows quake hit. It was the first big quake I remember experiencing.vI remember my friend Kennith Dixon was sitting next to me. Our eyes were like saucers as we realized what was happening.
Funny how a place can contain so many memories for so many people. I'm but one of nearly 1,000 students that graduated in '89. Since then literally thousands of kids have walking down the halls of my old school. It was nice to visit, but like the old saying goes... you can't go home again.
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