Today, I started working for my old high school science teacher. I guess for most people this would have been junior high, but the Catholic schools go K to 7, then 8 to 12. So I was here from grade 8 to 10, then changed schools. Being back here brings back memories I thought I'd lost... I tried to remembre where my locker was every year, but I can only remember two. I tried to figure out all the things that have changed. That's harder to do when no one is around, and everythings dark.
I got the job by being in the right place at the right time. I saw him in the Wal-mart while back home visiting my parents, and I was surprised enough that he remembered me, let alone offered me a job based on the fact that I have an electrical engineering degree. Of course, it meant that I've had to move home, but for $8/hour, I don't think I'd make it on my own. It's nice not having to save up for school, but I will have loans to pay off soon enough!