Ok, fine, I could have been labeled as a geek in High School; I was in the marching band. I’m not going to hide it or deny it. It was fun, allowed me to sneak out of a lot of classes for “lessons”, and hitting the road every weekend in the fall to go to competitions was pretty cool I suppose. Every year, my High School hosts a competition and today I decided to take a stroll through memory lane. It’s always nice to see some old faces and hear the new music program for the year; or is it?
The students are starting to look like infants to me. Was I that small when I was in the band or in High School for that matter? I find myself bumping into some individuals that I really don’t want to bump into also. Do I say hi? Do I look the other way? Do I fake tying my shoelace for the 15th time to elude eye contact? Reminiscing can really be quite the chore. Then you have your old teachers. Do they remember you? Do they want to talk to you right now? Should you want to talk to them? I can stand on a stage in front of hundreds of people and not break a sweat. Here I am at my High School dripping from all of the odd questions I consistently ask myself.
I also notice that a lot of people tend to “fill-in” as the years go on. Did I do the same? I tend not to think so but who am I to decide. Jeez, I’m a mess.
Am I just crazy or is there a lot of things to think about when visiting your old “place of business”? Am I a dork for visiting in the first place?
Thanks for reading,
-Rob
