Dead High School

My high school is dead.

I'm ok with that; I don't feel sentimental about it.  High school was not a great time, although I did have a great art teacher and I am still in touch with my Spanish teacher.

I went to high school in Georgia.  The school had a reputation of being very hick-Southern and that was kind of true.  It's roots were very small-town Southern. The kind of place a lot of people lived for generations.

Culturally I did not fit in there at all and I hated living in Georgia. Everyone cared very passionately about high school football and I did not.

The school was very old- from the 1920s I think.  It evolved as the area grew and changed.
We had an historic log cabin in the front which people generally liked, other schools made fun of, but I didn't care about. (I think the cabin got saved by the historical society, or people are trying to save it.)

The building changed through the decades as well with new additions and reorganization.
But a few years ago they closed it and moved to a completely new building.
The old building is scheduled for demolition in January.

A lot of people are extremely sentimental about that high school and a final walk through happened last weekend. Or maybe two weeks ago, I can't remember. I looked at the pictures and some places I recognize while others I don't remember at all even though I know I was there.  The place looked dead, like the building had literally died.

On the Facebook group people were asking about the rolls and chocolate chip cookies that were made from scratch at the school.  I have to admit they were pretty fantastic, except when a friend of mine found a fly on the bottom of the roll.  Someone asked for the recipe and it was posted.

The cookie recipe makes 600.....
The roll recipe makes 40-50........