Showing posts with label choir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choir. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Fakers Gonna Fake

Fakers Gonna Fake


So I think I'm going to go on a bit of a rant because what happened today when I visited my old high school for the day honestly kind of astounded me. I go in and of course I said hello and hugged my old friends. But there were multiple people that honestly had no right pretending they were so happy to see me. And even if they were being sincere in their excitement, they sure forgot how they felt towards me in high school quick!

So the first encounter was with one of my old best friends from high school. We all hung out in a group of around six choir students. When I left last year though, they continued on because I was the oldest of the group. Of course they all made their customary promises to never forget me; always be friends; see each other on holiday breaks; blah blah blah. Well this girl was the first to clearly "let me go" if you will. She stopped talking to me, and I figured it was just because of distance and being busy. When I visited for a weekend, however, she made all kinds of excuses that were clearly her wedging her way out of seeing me. The worse thing?: She also added that our other friend from the group who I invited wouldn't be able to make it either. Come to find out the two of them are attached at the hip and if one of them makes a choice the other automatically follows like a pair of Siamese twins who can't go anywhere without the other. I saw them both in choir the last time I visited and the girl was sitting there doing her full face of makeup in the middle of class. She wasn't that stuck up when I went there; she would have at least said hi. But I guess her face trumps our prior friendship.

That was months ago. Today when I visited the choir room I made no attempt to speak to her. I got the message loud and clear that she had moved on from our friendship and had no interest. Then, after all this time of avoiding me and ignoring me, she runs up to me and gives me a huge hug and yells out my name because she is just so thrilled to see me. What the heck?! Hun, I have had so many times where we could have talked, and maybe if we had just fallen out of contact I would have just sat there and caught up. But I gave her every chance to see me and talk to me like old times and she turned me down. You can't just pick and choose when you are in the mood to be a girl's friend, folks.

The second instance was another girl that I honestly didn't know hardly at all. Seriously I don't even remember her name. My senior year we sat at the same lunch table out of coincidence, and even then it was only for a semester. Well, she sure knew my name! She yelled it down a hallway (an empty one I will grant her, at least) and got my attention. Then again like the last fake friend, she gave me a big bear hug and exclaimed how excited she was to see me. She proceeded on about how much she missed me and how the school "wasn't the same without you". Um, seriously?? We barely spoke; to the point that, as I said, I couldn't even remember her name. The funnier thing is that I ran into her about three more times during my visit and each time I was met with the same enthusiasm as the first. Did I miss something? Because the girl and I never had any problems in high school but we weren't friends either. If she wanted my friendship back then she should have said something, because as far as I could tell then we had very little in common besides a lunch table. I don't know why she got so excited, but I have a sneaky feeling that it had something to do with the fact that I'm now a 'cool college kid' that she wanted to be associated with. Come to think of it, every time she would see me and get excited she always had a friend nearby. Sorry, but I'm not a shiny toy to show off to your friends.

When all is said and done, though, I am so glad I visited. I did see a few of my strong, true friends that I have maintained a relationship with. I also sat in on my four favorite teachers' classes, and I even sang with the choir. It's nice to reminisce and think of where I was this time a year ago, how far I've come, and how many things I have yet to achieve.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Holing Up in High School?!

Holing Up in High School?!

Most people leave high school and never look back. I mean why would anyone want to prolong the pain? Well tomorrow I plan to visit my high school, and not even just for the lunch period but for the WHOLE DAY. I must be crazy, I know. 

I miss the few friends there that I still maintain contact with, sure. I'm also sure to be spending a lot of the day in the choir room where I belong. (I spent a huge amount of time there as it was because even though I was also in band, choir is the one place I felt truly at home). But the main reason I want to visit is because of the teachers. 

Teachers are absolutely inspiring, and some of them really stick with me. They don't get paid enough for what they do, but they still give all their passion into their work, and it's astounding the impact some of them can have. Of course there are dead beat teachers who just want a paycheck or to coach basketball, but those aren't the ones I'm talking about. I'm talking about the ones that change the way you view their subject; the ones that truly love what they do, what they teach, and who they teach it to. I have a respect for these teachers and I am fortunate enough to have had so many during my high school career.

Tomorrow I am going to wake up at 6am with my mother who teaches in the elementary school on the same campus, and I am going to ride to work with her. I won't exaggerate and say that I don't plan on socializing with my old friends at the lunch table or in the choir room, but that definitely won't be all. I am feeling so nostalgic that I think tomorrow I will spend each period going to a different teacher who I looked up to and just sitting in on their teaching.  Not only do I want them to know they made a difference in my education, but I want them to realize that their teaching is quality even in the eyes of a student. 

Too many teachers are taken for granted, and not just by the students but by parents too. When a teacher not just teaches but enlightens their pupils they at least deserve a visit and a sincere thanks, and that is my motive for visiting tomorrow.