Comments on: Red Devil Pride Never Dies

By: Farewell to 2007, and hello to 2008 | hola, isabel

Farewell to 2007, and hello to 2008 | hola, isabel — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:13:37 +0000

[...] The driveway over at the new house was poured. I’m always excited about any type of progress over there. (We stopped by to check the new house out yesterday after church. The King poured the concrete for our counter tops and I got to see how they looked. They look awesome, BTW.) November [...]

By: hola, isabel » Blog Archive » Another reason I’m glad I’m not still in high school

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 18:41:40 +0000

[...] You may recall that we had lunch at my old high school last month. While we were all sitting there enjoying our Subway (what, did you think I’d actually eat school lunch on purpose?) I looked our my dad’s classroom window to see a student sitting on the steps, eating his lunch alone. This particular student was a little heavy, ate with his head hanging low, and appeared to be trying to vanish into the scenery. [...]

By: hola, isabel » Blog Archive » Nice and easy

hola, isabel » Blog Archive » Nice and easy — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 17:38:53 +0000

[...] And while having lunch at your old high school is always exciting, it’s still very laid back and slow. [...]

By: Alexa

Alexa — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 16:22:12 +0000

I visted a few times when I was in college. . .now I usually just point and laugh or hiss at my old high school while I drive by. Not that I had a bad experience there by any means, they just won’t be seeing any $$ from me. . .ever. Oddly enough if you live in the Seattle/Burien/ have ever flown in or out of Sea-Tac you have probably seen my high school. From the air or 509 it looks like a prison, only its not really a prison, its a 1960’s built Catholic high school that just looks like a windowless bunker. It even comes complete with a running track surrounded by razor wire. . .haha. Got to love it

By: angela

angela — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 18:42:00 +0000

I’ve been back to my old school once or twice, and it was very surreal. After you go back, you look at things through different lenses and things just don’t seem the same as you remember them.