Date: April 27, 2025
Author: Ethan Parker

I never really thought much about the whole “school nostalgia” thing until I graduated. It’s been three years, but there are times when I find myself scrolling through the old school Facebook page, flipping through photos of teachers I had during my time there. I know it sounds strange, but I can’t help it. There’s something about seeing them again—somehow it feels like time is still moving, but a little bit slower when it comes to those memories.

To be honest, I can’t deny that there’s something more to it. When I was in school, I remember feeling a strange attraction to some of the female teachers. I’m sure that’s normal, especially for a guy my age back then, but even now, years later, I still feel this weird pull to check on them. The thing is, I’m not just looking for updates on how their lives are going—I’m trying to figure out something deeper, something I can’t quite explain.

I started browsing the photos when I was about 15. At the time, I didn’t really see it as anything out of the ordinary, just curiosity mixed with hormones, I guess. But here I am, three years after graduation, still doing it. It’s not like I’m obsessing or anything—it’s just a weird habit, almost like a lingering curiosity. I remember when we all graduated, they made it clear that we were always welcome to visit, that we could come back anytime and check in. It sounded nice, so I told myself I’d stop by eventually, maybe chat with some of them, see how things were going. But I haven’t yet.

Now, I’m tempted to do it, not necessarily to catch up, but to see if there’s any sort of “vibe” left over. I know it sounds messed up, but part of me wants to test something—see if I can figure out which ones might have been more than just professional when I was in school. Was there ever any interest beyond the teacher-student dynamic? I’ve seen a few former classmates try to keep in touch with some of the teachers, and I wonder if I should try the same, but I’m conflicted. What would that say about me? Am I reading too much into something that’s probably just harmless?

It’s one of those things that I can’t stop thinking about, but I also feel like it’s a bit of a dead end. Maybe it’s just another phase, or maybe I’m clinging to something I don’t even fully understand yet. Either way, I don’t know if I’ll ever go through with reaching out. It’s just one of those strange, lingering things I can’t shake off.