It turns out I am getting old
I missed my 10 year high school reunion this past weekend. I totally would have gone if it had been in the vicinity of where I live now, but it wasn't. People keep looking at me incredulously when I tell them I missed it. However, while I know I would have had a good time, I don't feel like I missed out on too much.
I had a great time in high school. I get very nostalgic when I think of it. I just didn't feel the need to spend lots of money to go back for it. Hard to explain, I guess.
Instead of going to the reunion, I went to a Mariners/Yankees game. I had forgotten that Nick Swisher played Right Field for the Yankees. He and I graduated in the same class from my small-town high school. I took advantage of the situation and probably said one too many times "Yah, Nick and I both had to miss the reunion so we could be at this game. HAHAHAHA."
The only problem with incessantly broadcasting this close association with Swisher to those around me was that we were in row two right behind where the Yankees came in and out of the dugout. Therefore, people kept asking me why I didn't say hi. Or why he didn't say hi. Responding with "Uhhh, yeah...we didn't like know each other, " seriously took away the cool factor I had created for myself for "knowing" Swisher back in the day.
To add insult to injury the girl sitting right in front of us had someone on the Yankee team throw her a ball. We all looked at her like WTF? She turned around shrugged her shoulders and said "I went to high school with him." I kid you not. Everyone, looked at me like "How come Swisher isn't throwing you balls!?!?!" Thanks a lot nerdy past self for not knowing Swisher and ruining my own personal high school reunion celebrations!
Anyway, I have been unpacking a bit and came across all of my old journals that I kept from the time I was in third grade. I thought I would share my entry from my high school graduation. It was a really great day. I can still remember the feeling of total excitement, hope, and nervousness all rolled into one.
6-5-99
Dear Diary,
Well, I will start with graduation. During the ceremony all I could think about was how I wanted to bottle every emotion, every thought, every moment to open it up and remember it always.
It was probably one of, no, the only time that all 478 of us were equals. No one was better than anyone else, no one felt inferior. All 478 of us in our funny hats and robes were one. We were united to celebrate together.
In a way I sort of felt like I was in the movie "Can't Hardly Wait." We were wearing sunglasses against instruction. Someone passed around a program with had a cartoon on it about us getting stoned after wards. We tossed around beach balls, one of which was an inflatable penis.
There were some bad speeches, some good ones, and a great one - Emily. She did a kick ass job. It definitely felt good to have one of my best friends in the world up there speaking.
I have so much more to say, but I'm falling asleep so I will leave you with this:
"It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right, I hope you had the time of your life."*
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end"
"Time for you to go out to the places you will be from."
* 13 points each to the person who can list the correct artist and song these quotes come from.
I had a great time in high school. I get very nostalgic when I think of it. I just didn't feel the need to spend lots of money to go back for it. Hard to explain, I guess.
Instead of going to the reunion, I went to a Mariners/Yankees game. I had forgotten that Nick Swisher played Right Field for the Yankees. He and I graduated in the same class from my small-town high school. I took advantage of the situation and probably said one too many times "Yah, Nick and I both had to miss the reunion so we could be at this game. HAHAHAHA."
The only problem with incessantly broadcasting this close association with Swisher to those around me was that we were in row two right behind where the Yankees came in and out of the dugout. Therefore, people kept asking me why I didn't say hi. Or why he didn't say hi. Responding with "Uhhh, yeah...we didn't like know each other, " seriously took away the cool factor I had created for myself for "knowing" Swisher back in the day.
To add insult to injury the girl sitting right in front of us had someone on the Yankee team throw her a ball. We all looked at her like WTF? She turned around shrugged her shoulders and said "I went to high school with him." I kid you not. Everyone, looked at me like "How come Swisher isn't throwing you balls!?!?!" Thanks a lot nerdy past self for not knowing Swisher and ruining my own personal high school reunion celebrations!
Anyway, I have been unpacking a bit and came across all of my old journals that I kept from the time I was in third grade. I thought I would share my entry from my high school graduation. It was a really great day. I can still remember the feeling of total excitement, hope, and nervousness all rolled into one.
6-5-99
Dear Diary,
Well, I will start with graduation. During the ceremony all I could think about was how I wanted to bottle every emotion, every thought, every moment to open it up and remember it always.
It was probably one of, no, the only time that all 478 of us were equals. No one was better than anyone else, no one felt inferior. All 478 of us in our funny hats and robes were one. We were united to celebrate together.
In a way I sort of felt like I was in the movie "Can't Hardly Wait." We were wearing sunglasses against instruction. Someone passed around a program with had a cartoon on it about us getting stoned after wards. We tossed around beach balls, one of which was an inflatable penis.
There were some bad speeches, some good ones, and a great one - Emily. She did a kick ass job. It definitely felt good to have one of my best friends in the world up there speaking.
I have so much more to say, but I'm falling asleep so I will leave you with this:
"It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right, I hope you had the time of your life."*
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end"
"Time for you to go out to the places you will be from."
* 13 points each to the person who can list the correct artist and song these quotes come from.
Me first! The first one is, of course, Green Day's "Time of your life." Awesome song, and featured on the very last Seinfeld episode.
ReplyDeleteHey, so not sure if the kid mentioned it, but there's a chance I'll be in Seattle in Sept. Maybe you and Nick can show me a Mariners game. :)
semisonic- closing time
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