WORK took me back to my former high school, a place I had left almost a decade ago, recently. I spent five years there and I walked in with some apprehension. Basically, I was worried I wouldn’t remember my teachers’ names.
Since I had bumped into a couple of them over the past few years, I knew that some were still teaching there. I went in telling myself that I’ve definitely changed a little over the last ten years, and if I pretended not to recognise them, they might not remember me.
