Sands of time.

"I'm writing on a little piece of paper, I'm hoping someday you might find."-Trent Reznor

I miss my old school. Good old, M.S.127. At this point in my life, those have been the very best years so far.

Everything I have now or have become is in someway connected back to that old place.

The place isn't really a place. It has a spirit, artisticly speaking.

Oh my god, I've got so many memories of that place. I haven't been inside of it in three years but the times that I spent there are as bright as day in my mind.

I spent some good times there. That was the place that I began to become the person who I am today. It was my seed of success.

I've never been able to find a place where I feel more at home than when I'm around that building. It's my home away from home, even today.

Those scarlet-red bricks and the cheap blue paint that covers parts of it still make me feel happier than ever. I remember everything.

For most people, High School is the time that they feel were the best years but for me, it was Middle School.

In my eyes, M.S.127 was the quiet before the storm. The storm, meaning Lehman.

Lehman was just a big cluster fuck for me and I'll always remember it that way.

M.S.127 was just "my heaven," I guess you could say.

I met most of my best friends there. I met my first love there too.

I remember every single thing about that place. It always smelled like dish detergent, the florescent lights made the school's atmosphere dark and light at the same time and it felt like a big family because every one knew each other.

That school was pure chaos. A anarchy for the young.

It was nothing but fun. BIG FUN!!! Kids skipping all through the halls, Teachers running after us but never catching us, Sleeping during lessons, Fights breaking out every five seconds, Students and teachers screaming at each other, The bathroom on the third floor was the make out bathroom and countless other things but it was too much fun! My only regrets are that I was only there for three years instead of four.

The sixth grade was all craziness. I did nothing but read comics and graphic novels, Write my stories, Doodle on my work sheets and stare at Marlene. I miss those days.

I remember the line-up in the seventh grade. It was me, Joe and Kris at the table in the back of Ms. Watts' class writing and drawing without any interruptions while the rest of the class worked like fools because she was cool enough to understand our need to use our creativity, not to mention she was just sexy. And on top of that, she used to grade our stories and art and let us pass by doing our own work.

Back in the eighth grade, Joe, Ahsata and I used to draw ALL OVER the desks with permanent markers and leave notes for the next class to write back to us, during Ms.Walsh's BORING (I mean....BORING.) Math class. Kris and I used to hang out in the school yard with Louie, the security guard and wait out the few minutes we were allowed our freedom and of course, I just kept watching Marlene (I was STUCK on that girl for years like Kevin was stuck on Winnie from the Wonder Years.).

One beautiful memory that I have is from when Joe, Kris, Ahsata and I skipped school for one day to go see Star Wars: Episode III-Revenge of the Sith. MAN! That day was FUN!

I swear, all we did back then was have fun.

We eventually graduated, Marlene turned me down, My buddies and I never fell out of contact and times moved on.

Now, the smiles and laughs are gone and we've all got to live out our lives the best way we can. It's peddal-to-the-medal now and we've gotta keep up.

We were the last of the big dogs there before the staff we knew, all left and things changed. We were the last of the "Real" M.S.127.

Those days are over now but....

They'll last forever in memory.