school and sandwiches

father was driving by my first secondary school, and mother said "look, there's your old school". my answer couldn't be drier: "yeah, there it is". "what's that", she asked, "you've been there for three years. don't you miss it in any way?"

interesting question. aside the two riots in which i've had some participation (the first one, by smacking trash bins; the second one, by unlocking the school's back door and letting all my mates out when the local police locked the students into the school's premises), i don't long for the time i've spent in that school. i've had some "funny" classes (somehow half the bullies in the school ended up in my class, and thankfully they were all my friends), i made a bunch of friends there, and i've had a couple of teachers to remember (some for the best reasons, others for the worst). but in general terms i don't miss it, not as i miss my second secondary school - where i've met some of my current best friends, and where i've had the best teachers one can have. 

okay, there's one thing i do miss about my old secondary school: the tuna fish sandwiches. god, i've never eaten again tuna fish sandwiches as good as those. my ex's sandwiches were almost as good, but the bread there made all the difference. should have asked the recipe: that would have been the greater legacy i would have got from there. i didn't asked for it though, and as such, i left without anything, not even the ability to miss that distant time.