Melancholy

I miss last year..
I remember last year's people..The populars, who would attract the attention all day long, the annoyers, the nerds-looking but not nerds-thinking, the shy girls, the class pets, the playfuls say crazy ones, the hippies..
I remember my teachers, the weird English one that would give us good grades for almost no work, the French teacher, Mary-Line, my favorite, I never realised she was a such good teacher until now, this year's teacher is soo boring, the Theater one, she was nice to me, my other teachers..

There is almost no one from last year in my classes, they're all spred out in the large school population.. But even those few people.. Alone they're not the same than in a group.. Sometimes I cross some of my last year's mates when I walk, we pass without looking at eachothers. It's all past now..

Now, when I look at my new teachers I can't prevent myself from thinking at the others.. When the old boring French teacher corrects, I remember how Mary-Line would correct, she would give us clear examples and explain us the same question several minutes to be sure we understand. The new only corrects, saying what we need to know in a neutral, didactic tone, without interruption. I don't even bother correcting anymore.

The new people are just .. strangers. Doing what they have to do, not even bothering making a bit of socialization. How can the people of two so close years be soo different? Maybe it's because the year has just started and that they all seem flavourless because I don't know them..

Still, I miss last year's crowd, they were my family somehow.

Now, a shaterred family.. I feel like I'm living in the shadows and memories of past glory..