I wonder if you ever really leave high school.
Sure, you walk across the stage. Someone hands you a diploma. In the distance, an air horn blows. You toss that square hat with the tassel high in the air. It lands three rows over. High school ends. The rest of your life begins.
So yes, we graduate. But we never, fully, leave. Part of us stays behind, as if we've never fully cleaned out our locker.
If that wasn't true, nobody would have showed up last weekend.
"At least 150 on Saturday, right?" said Barri Harper, father of an incoming Red Bank High School freshman.
"Maybe 200," said Justin Robertson, who's starting his first year as Red Bank High principal.