Visting my high school’s grave

January 29th, 2010

A few years after I graduated from high school, the school was slated to be moved and renamed, with the campus I had attended to be torn down. I was still in high school when the proclaimation came down. Everyone was all atwitter about it, but I didn’t really care one way or the other.

The year it was supposed to close came and went. For a while it was rented out to a grade school, then I think it stood empty for a year or two. Around the time I moved back to San Diego, a fellow alumnus mentioned that it had been torn down. I made a mental note to go enjoy the ruins. I expected to be moderately amused, but I was wholly unprepared by how overwhelmingly giddy I felt witnessing that blight upon the earth obliterated.

A couple days ago, my friend (and fellow alumnus) Who was in town. We happened to be in the neighborhood of our alma mater. Based on the peals of laughter I heard coming from the passenger seat as we drove by, I think it’s safe to say it had the same effect on him.

Tow away sign indicating high school parking only I am a pile of dirt

We used to be a high school. We are much improved as piles of dirt.

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One Response to “Visting my high school’s grave”


  1. Who says:

    Oh I totally have to thank you again for that, it was nice seeing nothing there

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