Added from my last entry (below):
I had seen broken, tattered buildings before. the difference here is that I remember when this school was alive and breathing. there was life in the hallways. people saying "hi" and "hello" to each other as they walked to and from class. I remeber hanging out in the English Office with my friends, sitting in the main hall, outside of South House.
sneaking into the underground passageways that traversed much of the school.
I remember getting into arguments with teachers in the halls.
I remember kissing girls in the corners of the building.
I remember playing laser tag one year with my friends.
I remember sitting on a big slate window sill in one of the large stairwells.
smoking in the boys bathroom
the courtyards are now filled with trash and dirt.
The school is fading away.
and it seems to be affecting me a bit.
It's is weird how a building, a thing, can have such an impact...
Journal from earlier on Sunday:
today I went trespassing around my old high school. They are in the process of tearing it down, b/c the new one is all completed next door. But they haven't completely dismantled it yet, so.... I was just taking a quick walk around until I realized there's no fence blocking my entry in. to see a school that I love, in it's current battered and bruised state was shocking. and it was hurtful to see. I took a trip through the old bomb shelters, camera in hand, through the history wing. I went back outside and entered the main hallway. The whole place had been stripped of carpeting. most if not all the windows and medium sized holes in them. some of the windows had been boarded up. The libary was in shambles.
my old locker was completly destroyed. In the english wing the hallway walls curled and collapsed down the hall.
I can remeber the years I spent walking those halls, and now to see them like this, is unreal.
I snatched a poem off the wall, something someone had written. (I'll post it later)
chalkboards were gone. near the old library entrance a group of stray cats pawed by silently.
I saw the old bomb shelter tunnels, still intact and buried within the ground.
I took a picture of the House that I was assigned to--gone, just the Housemaster's office had one wall standing.
I got about 65 shots until a cop drove by me. I apologized for being back there, and he just sent me on my way. I had a camera inplain view, so it was obvious what I was doing. without the camera I would have looked like someone up to no good.
LSRHS 1954-2004
On a happier note:
Have you tried a Disaronno & Orange? I have, it was amazing
I had seen broken, tattered buildings before. the difference here is that I remember when this school was alive and breathing. there was life in the hallways. people saying "hi" and "hello" to each other as they walked to and from class. I remeber hanging out in the English Office with my friends, sitting in the main hall, outside of South House.
sneaking into the underground passageways that traversed much of the school.
I remember getting into arguments with teachers in the halls.
I remember kissing girls in the corners of the building.
I remember playing laser tag one year with my friends.
I remember sitting on a big slate window sill in one of the large stairwells.
smoking in the boys bathroom
the courtyards are now filled with trash and dirt.
The school is fading away.
and it seems to be affecting me a bit.
It's is weird how a building, a thing, can have such an impact...
Journal from earlier on Sunday:
today I went trespassing around my old high school. They are in the process of tearing it down, b/c the new one is all completed next door. But they haven't completely dismantled it yet, so.... I was just taking a quick walk around until I realized there's no fence blocking my entry in. to see a school that I love, in it's current battered and bruised state was shocking. and it was hurtful to see. I took a trip through the old bomb shelters, camera in hand, through the history wing. I went back outside and entered the main hallway. The whole place had been stripped of carpeting. most if not all the windows and medium sized holes in them. some of the windows had been boarded up. The libary was in shambles.
my old locker was completly destroyed. In the english wing the hallway walls curled and collapsed down the hall.
I can remeber the years I spent walking those halls, and now to see them like this, is unreal.
I snatched a poem off the wall, something someone had written. (I'll post it later)
chalkboards were gone. near the old library entrance a group of stray cats pawed by silently.
I saw the old bomb shelter tunnels, still intact and buried within the ground.
I took a picture of the House that I was assigned to--gone, just the Housemaster's office had one wall standing.
I got about 65 shots until a cop drove by me. I apologized for being back there, and he just sent me on my way. I had a camera inplain view, so it was obvious what I was doing. without the camera I would have looked like someone up to no good.
LSRHS 1954-2004
On a happier note:
Have you tried a Disaronno & Orange? I have, it was amazing
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
bigbuddha:
the chaps with out the ass have to be fitted, as i said, but yes, i got them 
chiquitabonita:
hi darling...sorry that you are down about the loss of innocence/good images/ideals that were your old school. things change. that's unfortunately part of getting old. love love love. and sure, you can have the front....I'm not doing anything with it anyway. 