On days like these, I wonder what became of you

Tomorrow my old High School are having an open day prior to being demolished later this year. I have been invited, but don't think I will be going. Aside from the ongoing prospect of dealing with the plumber (should he deem to turn up), Ive also promised to help out at my friends schoolwear shop tomorrow. I do wonder if I have un-intentionaly arranged other things for tomorrow to prevent my going back to the school. I hated my time at the school, and for it's part it hated me right back. More importantly though, I havent been inside those buildings since the evening of my prise giving on November 22nd 1988. The following morning my Dad died. Im sorry guys, you will have to party without me. It's a bridge I can't cross.
(Photo courtesy of Cherub)