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poetic in its own way
first off, the eerily accurate meme:
well.
now that that's out of the way.
i went back to visit reno high today. at first, i was the only graduate i saw around, and after visiting many teachers in ten minutes, i was starting to feel pretty dumb. however, just as i was about to give up, i was shouted at by chelsea and a very jesus-esque lawhead. so i walked with them for a while, going from ap class to ap class, and gathering people along the way. by the end, i had spent time with chelsea, lawhead, jackson, lattin, austin, bennett, krause, taylor, keegan, and foxy.
i then found myself wandering down to the old journalism room. not sure why, but i didn't really want to go eat with the group, and i guess i just spent too much time in that damn room to ignore it completely. when i got down there, only one little high schooler and calvert were to be seen. i had intended on saying hi to calvert briefly and then just going out to wait for joe, but he and i started talking and i couldn't break away. it was interesting to hear how very different our lives are now, and i could sense the mutual understanding and acceptance of those differences. it felt somehow melancholy to sit there and discuss school and life with him, as if while things are on the right track, they're not to the point of being comfortable yet. i definitely recognize that emotion in myself.
when we both left simultaneously, calvert said, "i suppose i'll see you again this time next year. or, if not, good luck with the next four years."
that stuck with me. it was a slap in the face, a harsh realization of what a step this was. i was never really close to these people, but they were all parts of my life, and now i may, quite realistically, never see some of them again. i walked out feeling cold, a tad lonely, and very introspective.
so to everyone who has ever interacted with me, good or bad, or in any way was affected by or affected me - thank you. names are forgotten, experiences lost in the waves of time, and particulars brushed off as so many bits of dust on the midnight coat of my memory; but the imprint always remains.
thank you.
well.
now that that's out of the way.
i went back to visit reno high today. at first, i was the only graduate i saw around, and after visiting many teachers in ten minutes, i was starting to feel pretty dumb. however, just as i was about to give up, i was shouted at by chelsea and a very jesus-esque lawhead. so i walked with them for a while, going from ap class to ap class, and gathering people along the way. by the end, i had spent time with chelsea, lawhead, jackson, lattin, austin, bennett, krause, taylor, keegan, and foxy.
i then found myself wandering down to the old journalism room. not sure why, but i didn't really want to go eat with the group, and i guess i just spent too much time in that damn room to ignore it completely. when i got down there, only one little high schooler and calvert were to be seen. i had intended on saying hi to calvert briefly and then just going out to wait for joe, but he and i started talking and i couldn't break away. it was interesting to hear how very different our lives are now, and i could sense the mutual understanding and acceptance of those differences. it felt somehow melancholy to sit there and discuss school and life with him, as if while things are on the right track, they're not to the point of being comfortable yet. i definitely recognize that emotion in myself.
when we both left simultaneously, calvert said, "i suppose i'll see you again this time next year. or, if not, good luck with the next four years."
that stuck with me. it was a slap in the face, a harsh realization of what a step this was. i was never really close to these people, but they were all parts of my life, and now i may, quite realistically, never see some of them again. i walked out feeling cold, a tad lonely, and very introspective.
so to everyone who has ever interacted with me, good or bad, or in any way was affected by or affected me - thank you. names are forgotten, experiences lost in the waves of time, and particulars brushed off as so many bits of dust on the midnight coat of my memory; but the imprint always remains.
thank you.