I sat at the Finneytown chorus concert tonight with my high school best friend and reflected on how much I loved high school. I had amazing friends in high school. I got to participate in a million different activities. I was the cheerleading captain one night and the star of the musical the next.
Sometimes I sit in the same classrooms I was in, and try to pick out which of my friends are like the kids there now. I have an Adam Stein; he was an easy one to identify. A Nick Judge and an Eric Smith. I've found Jenna and myself. It's funny because while I love my life now, there was just something so simplistic about high school that you never really appreciate while you're there. Your friends are just there every day. You have more activities to choose from than you could ever need. The pressures of homework are nothing compared to real job anxiety. Little did we know; little did we believe.
More disheartening then the realization that I started high school ten years ago, is watching the kids in the high school now and the choices they make. I don't understand them. (Granted, my friends made decisions I didn't understand, but that's what happens when you're the naive one.) Why would you risk losing something you love for something that isn't that important? Why would you make rash decisions that could cost you in the long haul? And the worst part is when their parents, so eager to defend their kids, enable the bad decisions.
Where have the good 'ole days gone?
