I didn’t go to my Twenty Year High School Reunion this weekend. Instead I took my basketball players to a tournament in Santa Rosa on Saturday, and then helped out the varsity with games in Windsor on Sunday. It was a simple case of going forward and looking back, and I chose the first case.
I really think I didn’t miss much. Those people I knew in high school that I wanted to stay in contact with, I stay in contact with. That number isn’t much, and I find it quite entertaining when people I had little to do with in high school “friend” me on Facebook. They open up a window into their lives that is sometimes depressing, often amusing, and makes me nod when I realize that little has really changed with some people since high school. Nah, I don’t need to back into a time of my life that was blah enough.
That’s not to say I didn’t get a lot out of my high school years. I had a fantastic group of friends, some excellent teachers and coaches, and I developed a love for basketball that has hopefully rubbed off on others. I just wasn’t any kind of Mr. Social in high school and I definitely was not one of those “high school is supposed to be the best time of our life” kind of person. To me that’s scary. I cringe when I hear students say that I’m too hard on kids during the best time of their lives. Here’s an announcement for those that think that 14-18 years old was the best time of your life; your life sucks. Seriously, it is time for some investigation about how you became involved in a Molly Ringwald dream thus totally ignoring reality. Nope, high school was just a step on a journey that hasn’t stopped yet.
And that journey involved basketball this weekend, again.