Nostalgia

My grade school is closing. I feel like it's the end of an era. It's not completely closing down, but it will be different than the school that I knew. Different than the one I grew up with. Now, I'm not in a position to send my children there. In fact, I don't even see it and most of the teachers I had...actually ALL of the teachers I had...are gone. I honestly think the last remaining teacher that I had there was my dad and he took a call in 2012. Still, it feels strange knowing that future generations won't have nearly the same experience that I did growing up. Riding the bus to the other center, singing at both Trinity and St. Paul, having a big kid feeling when you move from grade 2 to grade 3 and are at the big kid school. 

Thinking back, I really only keep in touch regularly with two of my fellow students, and they weren't even really "fellow" students. One was a class older and one a class younger. My "bosom" (to quote Anne Shirley) friend in K-8 I rarely talk to. We do chat on the occassion, but it's far less than I ever figured it would be. Both friends that I keep in contact with also went to high school with me. One friend lives a very similar lifestyle. The other.... not so much! :) We're ok with that! 

This event made me realize that, yeah, we make memories and we make friends, but I do remember the lessons that I learned at TSP, also. They've helped me my whole life and I'm SO thankful to the teachers that I had over the years who taught me not only the things they were required to teach but also about life.