Old School

Every year we get to volunteer on company time
For four hours we get paid to go somewhere else
So this year I went to my old school in Dickeyville, Wisconsin
I went there from 1974 to 1981 from kindergarten to sixth grade
We dug up sod along a drive way to put in black plastic and pebbles
I had a crush on the woman who was now the librarian at this place
It is no longer a school and is a library and office for the police department
I went back to this school when it was still a school in 1991
Then I was taking a college class that required me to observe a teacher
My old teacher Mr. Taylor
Then in 1992 I did my kindergarten teaching there
A child died in a fire the first week I was there on Friday, Janurary 17
I went there once a long time ago to look at the library
But for the most part I haven't been to this school in over 27 years
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Posted: May 2019
About this poem:
I was filled with regret for the two hours and 45 minutes I was there, regret for not asking this beautiful woman out when I had the chance, and for not getting kissed by Crystal in my kindergarten class. What can I say, memories of this place were not the best.

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Comments (2)

lovecanberealonline today!
They say that the most bitter memories are the sweetest to remember, but this is not always true...violin
EXRED
I don't look back very often much better to look forward.
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