This past Saturday, in the middle of whatever heinous fever-inducing illness my ever-sick co-workers inflicted upon my poor body, I went back to high school.
My high school drama club was having a fundraiser, and alumni [including a Broadway success story, a former student a year younger than me that was in Jeckyl and Hyde] as well as current members put on a [very long] revue of showtunes from past productions. And what's even cooler is right around the corner from the lobby to the auditorium is the classroom where I took my first photography class. I couldn't go IN it, of course, but it was SO cool, after 18 years, to re-enter my HS and at least look at the door to that room where, on the first day of class, we read a quote of Siskind's, and my eyes were opened to the venerable history. I noticed that the darkroom still seems to be there. And that made me happy! In spite of the fact that my Tylenol cold medicine wore off in the middle of the show and I sat there will chills through the second half!
Just thought I would share. Darn, I should have taken a picture!
Megan