The dream of many a teenager… My high school burns down!
Saturday June 18, 2011, the building that was my high school became engulfed in flames.
I have mixed feelings about this event. I did not particularly love or hate high school. It was OK and there were a couple of bright moments and a few dark spots… but on the whole, I am ambivalent about the four years I spent there. I am neither the kind of person who looks back on high school as a golden time nor am I the kind who views high school as a kind of Kafkaesque nightmare.
It was OK.
The old pile of bricks that was my school lay empty and abandoned for about 10 years, I believe, before the fire. I personally considered it an eyesore. Broken windows, overgrown grass… it looked ugly with no hints of whatever good times (or bad) I remembered.
When I heard the news, my first thoughts were “Thank goodness. It’s about time!” Apparently, there had been some discussion about town as to what was going to become of the old building and the riverside property. Maybe knock it down and build condos. Maybe a retirement home. Those who held on to the (hopeless) belief that the building could be salvaged have been vetoed by fate.
I suppose I should feel sentimental about the old joint. I don’t. I have no strong feelings for the place one way or the other. Neither love nor hate. I’ve long forgotten most of the things that happened when I was in high school. Until a couple of years ago, I had virtually no friends from that period. Recently, I’ve reconnected with a few but by and large that part of my life stopped being a part of me long before the fire trucks showed up yesterday.
I just don’t care.
I suppose the old saying is true. The opposite of love is not hate.
The opposite of love is apathy.