High School Memories…
When that dude wrote “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” I’m convinced he was talking about high school. High school seems like that unbearable time in your life where you’re trying to figure out everything. Life, boyfriends/girlfriends, colleges, the future. It’s like all of a sudden, we were in training to be adults when I wasn’t sure I was done being a teenager.
High school wasn’t all bad though. Matter of fact, if you did it right, high school could’ve been like that movie “13 Going on 30.” My high school memories passed by in a blur, but there’s a few that I remember best..
1. Band practice: Back before we knew what “Stomp the Yard” was, there was my band. Don’t get it mistaken, my band director picked the worst kind of music. There was NOTHING about our band that made you want to get out of the seats (except the drum cadences.. check that spelling please). However, I was a flaggette. We danced and twirled flags and we were the dopest things that band had. Except when it was windy. Few people knew how to control the flag when it was windy, you’d toss it in the air and that ish would slap you in the face. But there’s NO amount of dancing that could save the musical selection of “Toto” by Africa. I loved being a flaggette, and I still know how to work a pole.
2. Lunch: My school sat behind a mall. This mall was very popular back then. The fact that this mall had a video arcade meant that I spent lunch playing Mortal Kombat and then going home. Yeah, you read that right, I didn’t go back to classes after lunch.
3. Skipping: Once I figured out how close my house was to school (2 miles) I was hardly there. Of course, this was only done my senior year as I was still scared to do it in the 10th and 11th grade. I would go to lunch, then go home. Skipping and going to the beach was a classic move too. I skipped and went over my boyfriend’s house. I skipped and went to my friend’s pool. This caught up with me though and summer school soon became part of my repertoire.
4. Football Games: Being that I was in the band, then football games were what we LIVED for. The day of a game, we would all just hang around after school walking up and down the empty hallways. We would go get chinese food (from the mall) and then all the football players and band people would eat. Give it an hour and you cold walk the halls and just see everyone sleeping in different corners. I don’t know why this memory has stayed with me, but it had. Actually going to the games were great. Singing on the busses, trying to gauge the cuteness of the guys from the other school based on which team we were playing. Listening to booty shake music on the way back home (after stopping off at Checkers, of course). I dated (if that’s what you can call it) a couple of football players and that was fun too.
5. Choir: I don’t even think I can sing, but I was in the choir. The magic of it is, I don’t remember anything about what we sang. I DO remember talking wayy too much to Karolina (hello) and my music teacher slamming the piano and throwing his keys at people. He would get red in the face and spit would fly out of his mouth. The guy I wrote about in my First Love post was in the choir too. And yes LAWD, he could SANG! Years after we had broken up, I asked him if he could sing at my wedding. He said, “no.”
I could say that I went to dances and such, but I didn’t. I didn’t do much in high school in ways of activities. I was busy failing all my math classes (and re-taking them) and working. I have a special fondness for a certail stairwell too, but that’s my business. I remember my Dickies and the Jansport bookbag that I carried everywhere. The year that a football player moved into my building and we became friends, until he told me he liked me and I had to fall back. Getting grounded right before Homecoming because I stayed out past curfew listening to “That’s All I Ask of You” in my homeboy’s car. Listening to Tribe Called Quest as my friend drove me home. To this day, he and I can look at each other and say “Electric Relaxation” and we’ll both laugh.
I don’t miss high school, then again I do. Maybe I’m feeling a certain way because this will be the year of my 15th high school reunion. I’m not going. I went to the 10th year one and I realized, I can only look at so many pictures of babies.
What do you miss about high school? Do you even miss it at all? What’s your favorite memory?
Go have at it…
Peace and Love, Nick