I still miss high school sometimes.
Watching Charlie Bartlett today made me remember high school days. Maybe I'm a broken record when I talk about how wonderful high school was, but I do still miss it.
I experienced a sense of comfortable belonging in high school that I haven't yet encountered in college. Of course, I've only been at DU for 2 1/2 months, and I'm certainly not expecting it to be anything like my high school was. College is full of freedoms and opportunities that high school never offered, and I'm very happy about that. But--I'm sure I've written about this before--I miss my high school community. I was in a graduating class of 55 kids. We were a family, whether we wanted to be or not.
I was reliving some high school memories this morning, and it feels like ages ago that I was sitting in the back row of first period English, laughing with Cindy, Victor and Johnny. It seems that years have passed since I used to write cute notes to my locker-mate on our magnetic dry erase board. It's strange to realize that I once had a life in which I rode the short white Arrupe bus to work every Thursday morning. I used to spend after-school hours in the computer lab, never getting any work done but talking loudly to whoever happened to be in there with me, which usually got me yelled at by supervising teachers. I used to scramble to get all my neglected calculus homework done at 7:30 AM every day in the cafeteria. I used to stomp through school hallways with loud high heel shoes, (Arrupe dress code was such a pain in the ass.) I used to joke and laugh through yearbook meetings, then spend hours alone after school trying to create perfect photo pages. What a life that was. I don't miss it too terribly, though it would be nice to relive it for a day or two.
By the time I was a senior, I was really comfortable in school. I was usually happy hanging out anywhere -- in the computer lab, cafeteria, front lobby, gym, or front steps. I could always find someone to talk to. Arrupe was small enough that everybody knew everybody.
But there are no "front steps" at DU. It's a very different environment. I'm happy to be there, but I still miss my comfort zone. Arrupe was my second home; it held a certain warmth, even a certain smell that I miss.
But life changes, not necessarily for the better or worse; it just changes. There's no need to lug around 3 tons of nostalgia when life is just as interesting today as it was six months ago.
But sometimes it's just so nice to remember things...
Watching Charlie Bartlett today made me remember high school days. Maybe I'm a broken record when I talk about how wonderful high school was, but I do still miss it.
I experienced a sense of comfortable belonging in high school that I haven't yet encountered in college. Of course, I've only been at DU for 2 1/2 months, and I'm certainly not expecting it to be anything like my high school was. College is full of freedoms and opportunities that high school never offered, and I'm very happy about that. But--I'm sure I've written about this before--I miss my high school community. I was in a graduating class of 55 kids. We were a family, whether we wanted to be or not.
I was reliving some high school memories this morning, and it feels like ages ago that I was sitting in the back row of first period English, laughing with Cindy, Victor and Johnny. It seems that years have passed since I used to write cute notes to my locker-mate on our magnetic dry erase board. It's strange to realize that I once had a life in which I rode the short white Arrupe bus to work every Thursday morning. I used to spend after-school hours in the computer lab, never getting any work done but talking loudly to whoever happened to be in there with me, which usually got me yelled at by supervising teachers. I used to scramble to get all my neglected calculus homework done at 7:30 AM every day in the cafeteria. I used to stomp through school hallways with loud high heel shoes, (Arrupe dress code was such a pain in the ass.) I used to joke and laugh through yearbook meetings, then spend hours alone after school trying to create perfect photo pages. What a life that was. I don't miss it too terribly, though it would be nice to relive it for a day or two.
By the time I was a senior, I was really comfortable in school. I was usually happy hanging out anywhere -- in the computer lab, cafeteria, front lobby, gym, or front steps. I could always find someone to talk to. Arrupe was small enough that everybody knew everybody.
But there are no "front steps" at DU. It's a very different environment. I'm happy to be there, but I still miss my comfort zone. Arrupe was my second home; it held a certain warmth, even a certain smell that I miss.
But life changes, not necessarily for the better or worse; it just changes. There's no need to lug around 3 tons of nostalgia when life is just as interesting today as it was six months ago.
But sometimes it's just so nice to remember things...
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