On One Hand

June 2, 2005

Class of ’03

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 4:02 pm

I went back to my high school to visit my old teachers today, which happened to be the last day of school. I sat and chatted with an English teacher for over an hour. Most of the teachers said things like, “Was CU the right choice for a college?” or, “Have you been published yet?” or, “have you found a good group of supportive people in Boulder?” or, “I’m so glad you’re doing well!” But the comment I recieved more than any was, “Wow, you look so good!” Come to think of it, every single one of them said something about the way I look.

One teacher told me to give him a call if I’m ever in Denver after saying “you really do look good,” another gave me an email address, and others told me to keep in touch or look them up. It was a little creepy to hear that from teachers, but I’m happy. Most of my old high school teachers are genuinely good people. And if anyone wants to tell me I how different I look than I did in high school, I’m more than eager to hear it. God, I was such a nerd back then.



  1. That’s awsome. Gosh, I wish I was in college.

    Comment by coldrainyday — June 3, 2005 @ 4:35 am | Reply

  2. im so lame, i frequently go back to my high school. i was quite close with most of my teachers senior year…i still email a couple of them…ive heard a lot of people say their lives didnt start until af ter high school….not for me…high school was a crazy time in my life in which i was doing a lot of drugs and hanging out with 15 people a day…

    Comment by volatile_freq — June 3, 2005 @ 8:10 pm | Reply

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