More than six months out and the topic is already starting
to feel weird. High school was a large medley of experiences. Gosh dang, it was
4 years of some of the most important growth that you can have in your life.
It’s when you stop being so ignorant, it’s when you find out what true friends are
like, it’s when you work hard, or not, and kind of get what you give in. Now,
obviously it’s not the only time in your life when these things are happening.
These things are really always happening. But I’ve realized that in high school
it was so unavoidably magnified. Everything had the ability to feel so large,
so deep, and important. And then you also had the ability to just not care. For most people, this came towards the end. But it was just how it was to you then, doesn't mean either was bad.
High
school had you there, with the same people every day. And while some people
felt this was a terrible burden on the enjoyment of their grade school years, or
felt they didn`t even know the hundreds of people they shared the building with
–I was lucky enough to feel something different. I went to a fine arts school
(LFAS) that had about 90-100 people in the grad class. It was small enough to
feel like a community. And I feel like it was one of, if not the very most,
treasured places I`ve been. LFAS was literally a home to me, and I can think
this even more looking back now. At a true home, you wake up, sleepy eyed, and
get asked how you are. At home, you feel familiar and friendly with people you
meet, passing in the hallway and smiling. At home, you feel comfortable. And a lot of people have said that it is
college or university where you first meet your real friends, but my high
school experience was so rich that I think I have that check list down.
We had
a mashup of people from all over the lower mainland of our province coming together
because they liked to create. We had a school that let us do something from the
back of our brain, pull it out, and express ourselves. And to be honest, I
think that it`s something a lot of people took for granted. They didn`t realize
how special it was. And of course it was hard, it was high school, we all had
academics and our own personal issues to deal with. But we got at least 75
minutes every day where we could, if we took advantage of it, just work on
something worthwhile. And when you did
get everyone to come together and accomplish something it felt so magical. I
was a drama major. It was about standing behind the
curtain, waiting for the lights to come up, and then meeting your friend on
stage. And this part is somewhat forgettable to me. The feeling goes blank and I can`t describe it
other than saying it just felt good. But I do clearly remember coming off
stage, running around, or something, with that connecting feeling like, ``Shit!
We pulled it off!`` and that feeling is something that connects myself
with those other twenty something individuals in my class indefinitely. We each
know how each other felt in that moment. We shared it. And that is special. It's so special.
It feels weird now, because high school has become just a
memory. It feels fogged out, it feels far off. It is something I don’t know if
I miss. But now, I can look back and point out what was meaningful. I don`t
think I really wished it away, but I realized that it was moving fast, and I
was done with it before it was over. So now I know what it`s like to feel
graduated. I know that summer won’t feel the same ever again. Whether you liked
it or not, when everything is concluded in your mind, high school was precious.
It represents a time when you were innocent and then who you became by the end
of it, what those years did with you. So romanticize the shit out of it, or
brush it off like it was nothing. You`ve got your whole life ahead of you now.