stamp

Went to my old secondary school to get a stamp.
I needed a stamp on my unemployment form.
The event was less traumatic than I thought it would be. Granted, walking those same old halls was a bit of a trip down memory lane. Hearing voices through open windows was another one. Things used to be a lot simpler then. Or were they? Perhaps it just seems that way, looking back on it. I know I never thought life to be simple, and definitely not when I was in school.
I'm probably just a bitter old lady.
But the secretaries were friendly to me. I can't remember if they were friendly back then as well. Is it the general unease with which I remember school that made it seem as if this was a surprise or were they not-very-nice? Perhaps I was just a whining brat back then...
Or perhaps they were nice and I just melted a negative image of the school in with them.
Sorry in that case.

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