Your house is your home, but you spend a big chunk of waking hours in other places. I could close my eyes and walk around my high school. I could close my eyes at the back doors, and walk to the locker I had last year.
There's the good bathroom - the one where the mirrors aren't cracked, where the windows are not in line with the door, so people can smoke and have time to get rid of their evidence before the security guards get in.
I know the exact places in my school where I was standing when I got certain phone calls.
In a way, school is just like home. There are people I seek out and people I hide from. Just like home, I can't wait to be finished with school.
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