
It's been eleven years since I've sat in the Dean's office at my old high school. But today there I was sitting in front of the new Dean. I graduated in 1998. But during my final year I made a promise to our old Dean. I promised her I would come back in five to ten years and let them know what I was doing.
You know it was still really strange to be in that office, immediately I felt like a twelve year old being punished for a years worth of tardiness. When I entered the school I had to buzz in to speak with the secretary through some kind of bullet proof glass, not something we had in my day. I asked to see the Dean who was in a meeting. I waited on a few minuets by talking to one of my old teachers. It was then that a most beautiful woman came in and I was introduced to the our new Dean. I believe that this was a part of why it was difficult for me. but only a portion. I mean walking into anyone's office for the first time basically unannounced to tell them your past 11 year story would be kinda weird. But this I hadn't planned on.
So, how did it go, well I guess. I only apologized a few times for how strange this must be for her. Even she said in a most natural way it would be great if someone I knew was there for me to share all this with. And really the whole meeting went like this. I could tell she belonged there. I mean she was so relaxed in her office her environment, and I was just out of place. I felt the more and more we spoke the more this was obvious. Then at the last moments of our conversation I relised that this is not what I came her for, it wasent as I had dreamed it would be. It was turnning out to just be a semi awkward moment. I was supposed to be encouraging. I was supposed to tell her my rags to riches story and leave her knowing any punk could be changed for the better if they just had a chance. Well I don't want to let you down, I mean few people will probably ever read this. probably only thouse close to me, and of them still few. But I did leave her with that. I did tell her about Christ, and my new life in Him, I told her about Moldova and my work and dreams there. Its just that I dident ever see it panning out like this.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Eleven Years Later
Posted by Daniel at 12:27 AM
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3 comments:
I don't belive you think this is good!
anti? no. Ante.
Thank you anonymous poster
xoxoxoxo
dan
8-P
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