Opinion
A few weeks ago, I visited my high school in New Mexico, and it was a visit like none before it -- in complete calmness, and not without some sadness, I revisited the hallowed ground upon which my golden, final two years of high school had been etched.
The first time I came back to visit (the summer after I graduated), I was inexplicably nervous, and felt acutely out of place (or "obtusely in place," whichever way you wanna cut the angle). After exchanging a friendly hug, a girl asked me, "Geez, why are you shaking?"
After I told her Geez was actually one of my friends, I realized I couldn't answer the question.