Newton High School

The old building remains. It's still there but for you, me and countless others its gone. It's been gone a long time now. Yet somewhere in the deep recesses of our brain it remains. Not the hollow halls or the brick exterior but the lingering memory of laughter and chatter - the sounds of teenage chaos. It was a part of us for so long... a vital part that shaped our dreams and molded our character. You know how it is - a song will come on the radio and before you know it you are there again for a split second - caught between the bells and the slamming metal lockers with an armload of books. That insane place won't die... it lives... deep in each of us, it still lives.