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Pisay Fire
Oct. 3rd, 2008 10:38 amI saw the pictures from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riisha 's link. I originally thought it was the front building (near the flagpole area) and not the main one that got burnt.
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Is it bad that the first thing I worried about was the LIBRARY? I mean, when I was checking out all the pictures, I really had to go inspect the ones in the library to see if the books were damaged. But I remember the majority of times that I was happy in highschool were the times I spent surrounded by books.
D:
Then again, the faculty cubicles looked really bad. OOooh, that bamboo sofa, I used to sleep on that whenever I was running away from class (Funny thing, if you're running away from class and took refuge in the teacher's lounge instead, how come no one ever caught me? What was I THINKING? Hide where no one would come look?). Oh, and oooh, that's the cubicle I broke into to steal back a homework (It was homework, not an exam. And it already got graded. I just wanted it back). Oooh, that's the cubicle where people hid bread to cultivate yeast molds. O: Childhood memories.
riisha 's link. I originally thought it was the front building (near the flagpole area) and not the main one that got burnt..
.
.
Is it bad that the first thing I worried about was the LIBRARY? I mean, when I was checking out all the pictures, I really had to go inspect the ones in the library to see if the books were damaged. But I remember the majority of times that I was happy in highschool were the times I spent surrounded by books.
D:
Then again, the faculty cubicles looked really bad. OOooh, that bamboo sofa, I used to sleep on that whenever I was running away from class (Funny thing, if you're running away from class and took refuge in the teacher's lounge instead, how come no one ever caught me? What was I THINKING? Hide where no one would come look?). Oh, and oooh, that's the cubicle I broke into to steal back a homework (It was homework, not an exam. And it already got graded. I just wanted it back). Oooh, that's the cubicle where people hid bread to cultivate yeast molds. O: Childhood memories.
