What is it about high school?
Is it the hormones
bubbling in our veins?
The hairstyles we eventually look back on
The heartbreaks we endured
Or is it the fact that
when our brains start to go online
in an adultish kind of way,
the people and things that surround us
become part of our
I’m not sure.
But there’s something about
those pivotal years—
teetering on the edge between
needing a ride
and driving the car—
those years when we begin to discover who we are,
when we start to shape who we will become,
when we break free from what we’ve been told
and when anything is still possible,
—there’s something about those years that
seems worth remembering
once in a while.
Because if there’s one thing I know
it’s that the girl I was
in high school
is nothing like
the girl I am now.
And yet the girl I am now
still that exact same girl.
And I wouldn’t be half as real
without that high school version
Last night was my 30th high school reunion. (I have no idea how that number is possible but there’s no point dwelling on that.) I remember saying to someone there, “Thank God none of us is defined by what we were in high school.”
But we should definitely celebrate that we were there. And that we all did some growing up together. And that we’ve lived a lot of life since then.
So we did. Celebrate, that is.
Cheers, thanks for the memories, and until next time, class of ’86!