October 1st, 2010. The day I met Matthew Morrison.

The bell rings and I start my trek from the 6th floor to the depths of the annex. I stare blankly ahead as the line in the stairwell crawls along lazily. Bored, nonemotional, and ready to get this day over with, I step through the annex door. Then it hits me. I mean it LITTERALLY hits me. People start shoving their way past, completely disreguarding the flow of traffic. I am stuck in between the door jam getting compacted. I yell, "JUST GO WITH TRAFFIC AND EVERYTHING WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER! GEEZ PEOPLE IT'S JUST A FRIDAY WE WILL ALL GET OUT OF HERE SOON ENOUGH!!!!!!!" Pissed off, I plow my way through the crowd. Then I hear it. Whispers, shouts, running, hyperventilating. "MATTHEW MORRISON IS HERE RIGHT NOW GO GO GO!"


I didn't believe it. I thought it was just one of those rumors people set up to freak people out. I get my books and walk over to the tech building for a mini audition. Then I see it. The crowd of OCHSA students flooding the main floor, rushing to get a glimpse of alumni Matthew Morrison. I realize it's true, and by some reason he is actually here right now. They start rushing the crowd out and I realize I have missed my chance. So I proceed to the tech building. I come out roughly 30-45 min. later to find the crowd is gone. Now there is only a few scattered students doing homework, but mostly it's empty. But wait a second, what's that line of students doing? Who's that guy in the red plaid shirt and sunglasses?


I start fast walking. Then I realize it is Matthew Morrison in the flesh. Without the mob. Just a line of hopeful tag a longs taking pictures with him. I get in line immediatly just as the Assistant Principal tells everyone "no more autographs, but pictures are okay!" I get my camera phone out, thankful it was charged. All of a sudden he was there, about to take a picture with me. I can barely process what is happening. "Thank you so much for doing this! It's so nice to meet you!" "Nice to meet you too!" he replies. "I love Glee!" I manage to choke out just as he gets rushed into the annex, and the doors shut.


After telling my mom, my friend had to get something from her locker. I wasn't sure if we were allowed in there, considering the heightened security and after school hours. But, it was unlocked so we ducked in. She silently got her stuff while the deathly still annex suddenly get's erupted by conversation. I slowly peer my head around the corner, only to see Morrison's manager person and then to shortly after bolt out of there like my butt was on fire. It was a close one!


I sat with my friend and chatted for a while, and we waited for him to come out again so she could meet him too. He did of course, and she got her photo! Those of us left (10 of us tops) shouted THANK YOU! and WE LOVE YOU! and YOU ROCK! as he hugged the principal (his old teacher and now good friend) goodbye and got into the drivers seat of his normal, white honda and drove away. No driver, no escort, just him and his friend.


I still don't know why he was here, but I am so glad he was. I can't believe I had the honor in meeting him. He is such an inspiration to me, and I feel so lucky!


Until next time!


-Kaytra