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Return to the Dark East written @ 4:36 PM on October 11, 2002 Driving home on 71 for the first time was pretty damned interesting, although not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. I hate truck drivers though. Upon coming home and unloading all my crap from the car (I didn't have to pick my mom up from work after all), I realized it was early. Quite early. So I jumpstarted my decision to go back to Lakota East for my yearbook. I parked close to Jessica's old parking space and stared up at the school. The logical side of me asked, "What the fuck are you doing back here, you sorry glutton for punishment?" But my heart was light. Dreams were both kindled and destroyed here. This high school was sacred ground somehow. I walked in within minutes of the final bell of the day ringing, and the hustle and bustle of the kids gathering their stuff-- and the echoes, God, the echoes on Main Street-- amazed me. I had ultimately come back to the boxed-in world I had left, after weeks of exposure to "the real world" that becomes college. And very little has changed. I ran into Jackie (of all people.). She didn't recognize me at first. We chatted simply; I asked about the theater. She said they were having Under Pressure auditions today and that Mr. Schmaltz would be in the theater. She looks like she cleaned up a bit-- but looks deceive often. I went to the old Spark room. Actually, I frolicked into the room and made this dramatic entrance that, I suppose, they suspected was coming one day or another. I didn't stay long there. I think I surprised the old Spark gang, though. Someone else has my mailbox this year. It was funny; I half expected, upon walking into the room, that I had to check my mail. Mr. Hume showed me pictures of his baby; it actually turned out halfway attractive, guys. They put in new cabinets in the Spark lab; they're very nice. Over all, the Spark room really hasn't changed. Hume says he's happy with the J-1 students this year. I went to theater, ignoring the "Do Not Disturb: Auditions in Progress" sign. I caught Mrs. Bateman and Mr. Schmaltz before they began. Schmaltz asked me to come back on Monday, and we would discuss plans for the musical. He wants to turn the old West Side Story fire escape into a castle. That's right up my alley. Mrs. Bateman returned some props I left from class last year; she seemed very moody (what's new?). Apparently, they have a mostly sophomore cast for "Our Town," and the upper classmen are none too pleased. I picked up my yearbook. It looks nice, guys. The prom layout sucks, but for the most part, things came out good. Most of the Posse has little blurbs about them. My face was plastered all over the art department layout, as you can imagine. Christine, you should see the "Steel Magnolia" and "Little Shop of Horrors" pages. It brings tears. But, ah, being back in that theater. It's still cold like it always was. Somehow, the seat cushions seem a little faded. A lot of things remain the same up in the top office. The backstage storage space that they converted into a classroom looks magnificent, it really does. I still don't understand where they'll be storing the sets, though. Lastly, I went to the art department. Evelyn Benson was there with Mrs. Williamson. "I followed the scent of rubber cement," I proclaimed, leaping into the room. Mrs. Williamson is teaching ten AP Art students now (Casey, you can only imagine how long it takes them to get through a critique), and everyone got a 5 on their AP portfolios last year except Chris, who got a 3. Katharine, there are 40 ACTIVE MEMBERS in the art club. Can you believe it?! They'll be selling the painted bags at the craft show next week. Ms. Hagedorn (now Mrs. Kinley) apparently moved right as the school year was beginning to Long Beach, California. She's not teaching yet; I think she's just trying to find a job to sustain her this year. She plans to start teaching next year, though. Mrs. Williamson talked to her for four hours this week; I'd hate to see that long distance bill. I did see Mrs. Dinan, Ryan, but she was doing her Mrs. Dinan thing and rushing around with papers. They changed the cafeteria. The tables are no longer on a diagonal placement, but straight across. And that room they built adjoining the cafeteria? That's the Seniors Only room. Apparently, some juniors got smart and sat back there one week, and all the senior guys in the lunch period drove them out with soda bottles. They also no longer have the fake plants hanging from the ceilings. In fact, the celing in the cafeteria is, for the most part, much lower because of the classrooms they built on top. I didn't see the new part of the building; I might on Monday. For now, I'm laughing at some of these pictures in the yearbook. It brings everything back, guys, it truly does. I want to go shopping this weekend; I nee new clothes and shoes. Jessica, up for shopping tonight? Or just want to hang out?
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