graduation:

I always tell people that I think high school reunions are overrated. I convinced myself that the trick was to attend as infrequently as possible because it felt less contrived that way. Not at all as if you’re all just a bunch of people forced under one roof who share a past yet have gone completely separate ways. Instead, it feels more like something familiar. Something nostalgic and oddly comforting. Like your favorite song when you were 14. Or the memory of your first kiss. Or the feeling of prom night before your date picks you up.

Every reunion, I enter the place thinking that my being there is pointless. That the truth is we’re different people. That high school is dead.

But then I see Butch who tutored me in math class and is now an engineer of sorts. Or Biboy who was the most popular boy in my batch. Or Minstrelle, the valedictorian. I see all these wonderful people from my past, each of which I have at least one horrible and one wonderful memory with, and I realize that it is my cynicism that is overrated. That, yes, high school was emotional and messy but I’m lucky enough to say that it was, for the most part, also a bunch of good good times.

So I guess what I’m really trying to say is: I think I’ll be seeing you guys more often. I didn’t realize I missed you till I realized I missed you.

graduation:

I always tell people that I think high school reunions are overrated. I convinced myself that the trick was to attend as infrequently as possible because it felt less contrived that way. Not at all as if you’re all just a bunch of people forced under one roof who share a past yet have gone completely separate ways. Instead, it feels more like something familiar. Something nostalgic and oddly comforting. Like your favorite song when you were 14. Or the memory of your first kiss. Or the feeling of prom night before your date picks you up.

Every reunion, I enter the place thinking that my being there is pointless. That the truth is we’re different people. That high school is dead.

But then I see Butch who tutored me in math class and is now an engineer of sorts. Or Biboy who was the most popular boy in my batch. Or Minstrelle, the valedictorian. I see all these wonderful people from my past, each of which I have at least one horrible and one wonderful memory with, and I realize that it is my cynicism that is overrated. That, yes, high school was emotional and messy but I’m lucky enough to say that it was, for the most part, also a bunch of good good times.

So I guess what I’m really trying to say is: I think I’ll be seeing you guys more often. I didn’t realize I missed you till I realized I missed you.

Posted 2 years ago & Filed under high school, 5 notes

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  1. efflorescent reblogged this from everydayisa and added:
    Isa, this is beautifully written. :) I’ll be graduating soon,...sentiments helped
  2. everydayisa posted this

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that's when i realized that words have wings;
they're kind of like birds but mostly like children,
whom you groom and raise.
you mold them and shape them well
and, like the sky that has no limits,
you hope that someday,
somebody will take them home,
call them their own;
that they will find a place to belong.
-amena brown

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