Ode to my locker

My Ode to my Hall Locker.

Dear hall locker #446 at James Fenimore Cooper Middle School...

I remember you. I remember all the things you've done for me since seventh grade until I came to Korea. I loved you more than I hated you. You were the most perfect locker a student could ever get.

But you know what I hate?

I hate that we used to see each other almost every day. I didn't pay attention to you even though you held all my stuff while I was off talking to my friends or eating lunch. I shouldn't have overlooked you. I hate that we used to talk everyday, but now you're just some locker that I used to know. Well, technically speaking, you would listen to me talk to the many people around me. You weren't a stalker, and you respected me and kept your distance. You never talked. All you did was to hold my stuff and shyly stay there as I finished school. I did wrong to kick you when you didn't give my stuff quick enough. I should have just turned the combination two more times. I'm sorry for that.

When I came to Korea, I thought a lot about you. I even got a combination lock just to remind me of you every single day I go to school. Most middle schools in Korea doesn't have as good lockers. The lockers at my current school now are short and square, and not very pretty. They are a light brown, like wood, unlike your pretty blue colors painted onto your cool metal surface. The lockers here don't hold much of your stuff, either. My school books barely fit into it. I wonder how you are sometimes. Do you have a new master now? Is he/she kind to you? What kind of backpack do you hold now? Do you think of me sometimes? I will go and find you someday, dear locker. I still remember your combination, but I will not write it here for your own protection.

You were the one that gave me the precious opportunity to get closer to my two friends who had lockers right next to me. Every morning when I went to you, I would naturally see them and get friendlier with those two. I found out that they were- and are- great people all thanks to you. They are hilarious! Thanks to you, I made two more friends, Ginny and Matt. They're probably off to Langley now, and will soon forget about your friends, lockers #445 and #447. But I will never forget you, and always will keep you in my heart to contain all the secrets I have. Five years from now, I will look inside the locker inside my heart to reflect back on what I have done. Maybe it will be only filled with regret, sorrow, and sadness. But I hope that that won't be the case for me. For when I look into the depths of my heart locker, I will try my best to make it be of satisfaction, happiness, and heart-warming nostalgia.