I visited my old secondary building, it hadn't been renovated like the other blocks in my school compound, in fact, it had been left in its delicate and desolate state. When i went in to see some of the classrooms, the walls were stained with watermarks, signs of leaking, disrepair and, dare i say, disregard. The wooden doors had been food for the termites in the past few years, almost disintegrating upon my touch. The state of the building was appalling, "How could they not have bothered to maintain it?", "If they hadn't wanted to keep the building, they should have torn it down when they were rebuilding the other blocks". Questions rang forth, but none were answered. It's quite sad to see your school in such a state. Memories of us running up and down the stairs, messing about, all came back but when i tried to merge my memories with what i saw now, i was thoroughly disappointed. Even my mind refused to believe that that was the place i had the most fun in my entire life. As i went up the stairs i saw others who felt the same as i did, the building made us feel guilt for not coming back to see the teachers more often and also hinted that if we had not neglected to keep our teachers in our thoughts, this would not have happened. However, what's done cannot be undone. We trudged through the hallways like children having been admonished and totally guilty of their misdeeds with not an ounce of innocence left to prove themselves otherwise.

Unable to take the musty air any longer, we decided to get a change in scenery. It's funny, we were classmates, but never really close, but now we were bonded with an invisible glue. The glue that perhaps drew us to visit our old school on the same day and almost the same time. Up on the rooftop, we got what we wanted and perhaps a little more.