Once a Patriot.

Visiting Oxford today has been one of the most emotionally fulfilling days for me in a long time.

From the start, I got attacked from behind with a hug from Yoonsu Lee, an eighth grader. He is one of the most darling junior highers I have ever known. I also had to stay for nearly fifteen minutes in Mr. Viramontes' classroom because Warren Kim simply would not let me leave. Warren, you and your pretty cheeks. Then I walked in Mr. Chaldu's health class full of eleventh graders and was nearly knocked off my feet with a chorus of "Hi!"s from about half the room. I was really touched. I love the Class of 2012.

I proceeded to hunt down various underclassmen (some of them happened to find me) and doll out copious amounts of affection to my favorite ones.

Naturally, my favorite part of the day was finding my beloved Justin Lee in Mr. Wittman's cluster class and listening to him rant to me about the various annoying aspects of freshman year after smothering him with hugs. I miss him more than anything else at Oxford. Enchanting little fourteen year old.

Mr. Rylaarsdam also gave me a pretty sky-blue stapler. Random, but much appreciated.

Days like these remind me why I loved high school so much.