We arrived in front of West Campus,
and I stuffed the note
into my pocket.
I was sure I would see the crumbling ruins of an old building,
but instead, I was blinded by a shiny new school.
For a moment,
I thought I had been taken
to the wrong place.
This is it.
West Campus is much bigger
than my humble school.
The glass windows looked so perfect,
without a smudge or crack.
No graffiti marred the pure white brick.
The grass looked freshly cut,
and the principal had his own labeled parking spot.
West Campus was intimidating, but not in the way I expected.