While most people try as hard as possible to forget middle school, I have had no choice but to remember. My mother was a teacher at this school. I grew up spending nights and weekends in her classroom, watching her grade papers, and prepare lesson plans.

The first time I came into this building was my first day of 6th grade. Most of the feelings I had around this building at that time were fear and nervousness. Over the years, those feelings would turn into comfort and sense-of-place. Because my mom worked there (and still does), I have formed many personal relationships with the faculty and staff.

Some may only see the as a school building, but to me, it is much more. This building holds a lot of memories and nostalgia from my childhood.