People come and go… it’s the memories you make with them that stay forever. A very weird incident happened today. I was sitting in my math class with the professor teaching us about cross products and complements of sets. As can be expected, I was bored out of my mind because these Venn diagrams she was drawing on the board were just a reminder of the little circles representing sets that the teacher made us draw in like… 8th grade.
Suddenly, I had a flashback of my class in highschool. I was sitting there on similar chairs, looking at a person speak and write on the board. The rest of the students staring at her talk and her mouth just moving… imparting knowledge, as they say. It was all so familiar. Yes, not everyone had black hair but the rest of it was just the same. That’s what life has been about ever since first grade. It has been about learning what the person standing in front of the class has to teach. I wanted to look around to see the friends I had spent all my years of schooling with, but I knew they weren’t there… they weren’t sitting next to me doodling on their notebooks or writing notes in weird scripts we invented. Those are people that are in the past and their memories stay with me. They are the people who have gone while the rest have stepped into my life…
Yes, they have left but their memories remain…
