Hey Casper,
What was that song about anyway? I mean, I tried google-ing (or is it "googling") the song to find its meaning. The answers ranged from contracting an STD to an actual medical disease associated with getting a cat-scratch. Well, either way, the song was played at every high school sporting event. Basketball game? Yup. Football game? Yup. Hmm...maybe there is something to the STD, well, them and the high school sports scene.
Okay, that was inappropriate. I have nothing against the high school athletes that worked so hard to bring us home all those championships. Well, there weren't exactly championships, but I think we won one or two games. Look, we were a new school. We had new students and hundreds of new computers. Well, newish...they were free. Yeah, that teenage prison was a haven for learning on computers. From research to typing to powerpoint to all those online video game websites, we learned about it. What a silly place. Who cares? Why write about my high school? Well....
1/2 score less 1 week ago (10 years minus a week) I graduated from Century High School. GO JAGS! Wait, were we the jaguars? Technically we were, and you could find some Century Jaguar paraphernalia with the spotted jaguar and the ol' silver, black, and turquoise of the school. Of course, there were just as many paintings and representations of "black jaguars" (which are better known as panthers (think Bagheera from the Jungle Book)) all around the school. Just the same, we were the jaguars and we were proud. I suppose some of us still are, I mean, I am.
Honestly, I never felt that the school was a prison. Sure there were about 15 sets of doors that could lock the hallways from one direction so that potential escapees would simply be locked into the school. Of course the building was very square and very brick with a fenced in yard. And naturally the blinds covered the few windows available, at all times (if it was sunny, then there was too much glare on all of the classroom's computers; if it was not sunny, then there was no point). Basically, there were some resemblances; but it wasn't a prison. It was an opportunity for most of us to find other people who were like us, and then be friends with them. Of course, not everyone had the best time in high school. Heck, we may not have even had the best time. It was a great time, though. By golly, I know I wouldn't want to go anywhere else--my best friends come from that time, and I still love them.
That being said, I am sad that I won't be able to attend our 10 year reunion. Yes, yes, I could have gone. I'm in Brooklyn and could have purchased the flight back home for the weekend. Honestly, though, I didn't think it was worth it. If I lived in the area, I would definitely make the drive. It's being held at Helvetia Tavern. Then again, there aren't any tickets to buy, instead it's a buy your own food and drink kind of reunion. To be perfectly honest, it's mostly the fault of facebook. I can see what everyone is doing. Maybe not everyone, but anyone that I can actually remember, I can find out about. Rather, i have found out about, and know where they are, and where they are going. There are of course a few friends that don't use facebook. How is that possible, you say? Well, easy. They just don't do it. This may blow your mind, but there are still ways to know what's going on with them. We ... wait for it... wait...for...it.... We talk. On the phone. Over email. Skype even. I'm not saying that they don't use the internet, just no facebook. I'm still able to keep up with them, and lo and behold i don't have to go to the reunion to find out about them. This isn't a reunion from the 50s, where people joined the service, left home, and weren't seen or heard from again until the reunion.
Why not go? Like I said, I'm on the east coast. It's a hassle to fly home for a weekend. On top of that, it's not going to be a crazy party, with an open bar or free appetizers or living statues of half-naked men and women. Nope, just a good old fashioned facebook gathering. I barely go to facebook gatherings of people that are in my area. So when I see something along the lines of "hey Century Class of 2001 Grads, let's meet up at Helvetia Tavern for our reunion," then I think that not much time and effort was put into it. While I can appreciate someone definitely had to call and reserve some space, and had to fill out the facebook event page --then later the evite page-- I'm simply not super-inspired to go. I am curious. I wonder what everyone looks like. Do people look older? Do they have kids? Where do people live? Are people still really weird? Did anybody do anything exciting? ... Most of these questions have already been answered through facebook though, so you know, whatever.
On the other hand, if Helga could've gone with me, I definitely would go. It may seem silly, but I would totally show her off and be like, "remember that overweight kid in high school that did all that dorky stuff? Yeah, He's still a dork but has a super-smart, super-hot fiancée!"
Love
Law
PS. To my closest high school friends--the Feet Family, GPP, Double-A: I love you. You made my high school experience what it was, and you continue to enrich my life.
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