Have you visited your former High school?

They demolished it. So no. I left my home country many years ago and when I went back, the school was already gone.

You will just see a few people in the office. You will ask, a printer will print and there will be no ceremony.

And even if you look the same and a old teacher sees you they probably won’t remember.

I came back a couple of time, to get some important papers. Once I came for the same purpose as you. It was a school celebration. Now this is a bit complicated: I really didn’t want to go. I was an extremely unpopular kid at high school and I was sure my appearance would add nothing to the school. But that fact was well hidden from many people and one teacher that I love went there so I had to go just to hide the embarrassing fact that no one liked me.

Turned out I was the only one who showed up. Most kids I know didn’t come because they were “too busy” I was glad though, save me from the embarrassment and arkwardness I had to deal with when seeing them anyway. And I was right when I said my appearance added nothing: most people were strangers. There was a couple of old teachers but they didn’t recognize me. I felt like I was dropped on a different planet. I left after 30 minutes when I finished walking around for nothing.

@Mimishu1995 – what did you do in school?

Never. When I left highschool, I told myself I’d never walk in there again.

Now I want to go, but I don’t have any time. I don’t care much about the teachers and classmates; I miss the city and the building itself.

Only to drive by it over the years on rare trips to my hometown. The older I get the uglier the building and the the younger the students look.

Once many years ago, when my childhood girlfriend and I, by then in our 40s or maybe 50s, happened to be in town the same week visiting our families, and we took a nostalgia tour. Our first stop was at our old junior high school, which had once looked so big and now looked very tiny. It was a weekend and no one was around—except of course the ghosts of our childhood teachers and friends, and a lot of memories. It was a both fun and sad being that old and feeling like kids again.

No. I wouldn’t need to go there to get a HS transcript and it’s been such a long time since I graduated that I’m positive no teachers or staff would remain or remember me. It’s about 50 miles from where I live now.

We had a tour on our 40th reunion, but I skipped it. People who went said the school looked nice but had been physically changed a lot. And the cheerleaders looked like babies. There has not been anyone from our era on the faculty since the last century.

My best friend from high school and I drove by once after we’d been out of college for a couple years, and saw our old math teacher. He had been head of the math department, and had written recommendations for both of us. He was happy to see us, and ask us if and how we used math in our jobs.

In the words of the prophet Steely Dan, I ain’t never going back to my old school.

I went back for one of the school anniversaries. It was slightly entertaining. I mostly hung out with the people I’d stayed in touch with. There were a couple of awkward moments when guys came to tell me they’d had crushes on me in high school. I couldn’t think of anything to say in response. uh that’s nice? thank you for telling me? what? why didn’t you say hi to me then? what? I think I ended up saying something like it’s nice to see you again. My two best friends still tease me about it.

It was fun to see my graduating class gift to the school – a bunch of native plants. I suspect that they’re gone now,

Yes, but all my old teachers and principals are dead, so I didn’t see them.