Just today I went and visited my old high school, Fountain Valley High School, to help out an assembly for the school's video broadcast. Upon returning, I found out that I wasn't the only alumni there, there were about 20 other alumni from the class of 2010. I felt at home again, being at my own high school, with a few of my friends, walking around campus, although I didn't have to take any classes or pay attention to any of the rules (thank goodness), it felt good a sort of bittersweet taste arose. I thought I knew so much about high school, that I “ruled the school” per say, but now finding that the next generation has flown in to take over, makes me feel off. To know that the past I have gone through won't ever be repeatable, that the memories I made are there, and can't be erased. That these kids won't see high school as how I saw it. I guess that's the thing, we enter high school, and 4 years later, we leave, taking whatever memories we made with us, no one will remember us, except the teachers who had influenced us. I thought I knew so much...but I guess I don't. I guess it's all part of growing up.