I got to go back to my old middle school! The place that supposedly haunts everyone and is literally, literally the lowest you can get! The thing was- I actually loved that place. Maybe more now, after nostalgia has booty bumped the bad memories out, but it was still better than my sixth grade year in Illinois. I made my best friends there, I figured out more about Mandarin, and I started Prism there. I did one of my first plays in three years and painted a mural. It was fun. Here are some pictures.
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This used to be my bench. They destroyed it. |
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| I PAINTED THAT! so many days on the scaffolding.... so many days |
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| This was my old locker plate |
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| My old and favorite show! |
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| Yes, the girl's bathroom |
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| We had more pride than the rival middle school. It was clear (get it? get it?) |
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| Did my stage makeup at that mirror every day for two weeks |
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| Mural in the lobby |
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| with Amazon as an accessory |
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| I also painted that mural. I spent every morning of seventh grade in there. |
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