Yearbooks
I've been looking at my Senior Year Book from when I was in high school.
Senior year was odd for me. I had lived in Tempe, AZ from 1980 to 1988, when (in the middle of my Freshman year) I moved to Reston, VA. In 91, after my Junior year, I moved back and had my Senior year at the high school where I started... along side many of the kids I had known in elementary and junior high school.
I was so disconnected that year. Sure, I got involved in some things, got through my classes... but I felt as if I were going through the motions rather than having the experience.
Attending high school near Washington, DC had a profound influence on me. There was more pressure to succede. There was more of a liberal arts ideology in the education system. Many of my adult values were fostered in that environment. Coming back, I was not entirely the same person that I was when I left. I don't know if I would have become the same person had I never left Arizona.
I look at faces and names of people I had forgotten... dispised... or didn't even know... This is why I didn't go to my 10 year reunion. It depresses me to think that all of the people on those pages are in their 30's now.
Not that being over 30 is so bad, but to look at such young faces, it's hard to imagine so much time passing.
Being in such an environment again on a daily basis, I sometimes forget how much older I am compared to my students. Then, every now and then, I'll make a referance like "yuppy" that is completely lost on them... and I feel my bones begin to creek.
I've been looking at my Senior Year Book from when I was in high school.
Senior year was odd for me. I had lived in Tempe, AZ from 1980 to 1988, when (in the middle of my Freshman year) I moved to Reston, VA. In 91, after my Junior year, I moved back and had my Senior year at the high school where I started... along side many of the kids I had known in elementary and junior high school.
I was so disconnected that year. Sure, I got involved in some things, got through my classes... but I felt as if I were going through the motions rather than having the experience.
Attending high school near Washington, DC had a profound influence on me. There was more pressure to succede. There was more of a liberal arts ideology in the education system. Many of my adult values were fostered in that environment. Coming back, I was not entirely the same person that I was when I left. I don't know if I would have become the same person had I never left Arizona.
I look at faces and names of people I had forgotten... dispised... or didn't even know... This is why I didn't go to my 10 year reunion. It depresses me to think that all of the people on those pages are in their 30's now.
Not that being over 30 is so bad, but to look at such young faces, it's hard to imagine so much time passing.
Being in such an environment again on a daily basis, I sometimes forget how much older I am compared to my students. Then, every now and then, I'll make a referance like "yuppy" that is completely lost on them... and I feel my bones begin to creek.