Fond Memories of the Yellow Chair Room (Prompt 4)

I had the chance to roam around campus in the spring of 2024 and while the bones, rooflines, and outlines of what I remember of campus were still there, the details, interiors and newly opened and renovated areas made the school seem like a totally different place. 

Where we had the old school, Joe Liles photo darkroom and screen printing art lab has been replaced with high tech, digital art computers. No one has ever seen or heard of any yellow chairs, much less the beloved yellow chair room in the basement of Hill House (??). And the main building's lobby elevators, scene of many an epic prank, now appear small and unworthy of attention. The whole entry section of Bryan was once elegant and dark wood panelled but now filled with more mundane materials and child friendly colors. Did we really roll Dean Collin's VW bug into those elevators - yes we did senior year! 

I remember classes held outside on the large X shaped picnic tables under the trees, along with dinners and ice cream socials. 

Today's students will never know the joy of running laps in the front parking lot for PE with Branson; tossing Dr. Miller into the pool or playing water basketball; trying to study at the stupid double side student desks we had in Hill House, or napping on the body trays in the morgue. 

I remember the laundry room on 2nd floor Hill House and the Sign In/Sign Out slips and board that was up in the Hill House lobby. How many times did I get Phased for forgetting to sign out? A lot! I remember the big bulletin board where people would leave notes, homework and the occasional red rose. I remember the yellow school buses that took us to and from our Community Serviceo they even have a Community Service requirement anymore? That's a blog for a later time!  

The iconic old 'front entrance' to Watts was always locked and officially off limits but we all went into that wing anyway. It's lovely to see that area has been renovated and is used as a main entrance again. 

Our memories are as old as the cracked linoleum, our school is not the same as school the current students enjoy today - it is theirs and theirs alone for a wonderful two years; and our time there, like the yellow chairs, has come and gone.