I Wanna Run Through the Halls of My High School

When I started to tell my twenty-something-year-old co-worker a story from grade ten today, I caught myself abruptly as I realized that I was about to say, "When I was in high school . . . ". How weird is that? Most of July has been spent living in the wake of the infinitely wonderful graduation. But now that I'm a true and registered student of Memorial University of Newfoundland, my high school days are really behind me.

Woooow.