Dana has a very good, slightly sad post about the reality of public school. Yeah, I can relate.
A friend recently saw the movie Friday Night Lights. That was my high school a couple of years before I got there. And yes, the whole town (seemingly) was a wee bit manic about their football. I was, um, not. One thing I heard from many, many adults (although not my parent, bless ’em) was, “These are the best years of your life.”
What I thought then, what I know now: “If this is the best time of my life, I’m in a lot of trouble.”
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t awful. But it didn’t even approach great. Most the time it didn’t approach good. I was an honors student, although not at the top of my class. I was in the orchestra, although not a great musician. I was a quiet, keep your head down, middling nerd. I wasn’t popular or unpopular. I was the “have a great summer” and “to a nice girl” of countless yearbook signings.
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I survived the socialization of public school, but I have few fond memories. I skipped homecoming and prom. I had a few friend I wouldn’t mind seeing again, but not enough to attend a reunion. I have a feeling the people I’d like to see wouldn’t show up to a reunion anyway.
I sound bitter, but I don’t think of those years with anger. Mostly I think it was a huge waste of time, but hey, what else would you do at 16? Sail around the world?