I remember those dark, red, big front doors coming back year after year. The excitement of an entire new year returning the same as last year. I get out of the car in the drop off line and as I walk in I see friends that I hadn’t seen for so long. It was nice coming back to that same square brick building where you know everyone. It was comforting. I remember laughing at lunch and playing at recess, and trying to impress the girls during gym class. I remember getting in trouble. I remember the hard essays and impossible tests. And I remember hating school after all of that, now all I want to do is go back.