It's odd.
I always dream about MY high school. The three levels. Being late for Spanish class on the third floor - the cafeteria in the basement.
About ten? years ago - they tore down the old part of the school and put up a new school..
There's only one teacher left from my old days - and the school counselor.
I was dropping off my sub key at the end of the day and on the counter were makeup slips - remember those - we had to have all the teachers sign them so we knew what to do because we were sick or whatever - and I looked at the make-up slip pad - and I thought "oh my.... that's the same thing we had in high school - exactly"
- and do you know what I did?
I picked it up - and smelled it!
Because I'm a freak!
And it reminded me of my teen years.. the old school...
The secretaries looked at me odd and started laughing and then, I laughed realizing how silly that was...
I had a case of sensory impulse...
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