Day Four: Walking around my ex-Hometown

So a little background before you read my post; It'll help explain my state of mind.

I emailed an old HS teacher to observe his classroom and Im told by the powers that be that I am not allowed to visit without documentation or prior authorization. So having gone to this high school, just coming back to visit and see what's up, I'm being treated as if I am a stranger to this place. That's disappointing.

Ok, so I take the VTA bus, its drops me off in the local strip mallish area where the old library used to be. I call up a friend and whine about how this sucks.

I stand above an overpass whether the tracks stand. A train is coming and it honks its loud horn. I'm standing above it watching it plow through on its tracks, doing whatever its supposed to be doing. Cars swish behind me; the 237 is a busy road.

Then I walk to the library only to find that its not open. I watch a good amount of Star Trek that I just got in the mail yesterday and I get absorbed. A man opens the door and the deluge begins. People rush in and the library is warm.

SO I'm waiting on my mom to pick me up so I can write some more later.

Thursday, why can't you be like friday?....