I stood outside the front door of my old high school and stared at the front doors. Memories assailed me and I remembered graduation day. My friends and I swore that we were never coming back to this place again. And yet, here I stood, ready to walk up the front steps of Everett Armstrong High School. Again. Only this time, they couldn't keep me here. Heading inside, I went into the main office. The receptionist, an older lady with graying hair looked up and gave me a warm smile...