I’ve completed middle school and begin high school tomorrow. Yes, I’m flying through!
This weekend I seem to have set a new record for posting. Of course, there are still a bunch of posts I’d like to write, including ones about the following:
– Seeing kids react to being graded, and remembering how much it affected me
– Trick-or-Treating on Halloween for the first time in 14 years
– How little of the material I remember from a lot of the middle school classes, and how little most adults would remember
I’ll do my best to write about these sometime this week.
Tomorrow I start high school at the ungodly hour of 7:30 a.m. for zero period, and I have to factor in a 30-minute commute to Petaluma. Gone are the days of walking three blocks to El Verano or 15 minutes to Altimira. Long gone are the days where I filled my tiny red Honda with gas that cost $1.16 per gallon.
Though I’m excited to see my old teachers and revisit a school that’s close to my heart, I’m apprehensive to return to high school. High school is where I lost my way in my education, and I never quite recovered. Freshman year, I quickly got caught up in the achievement game, and I fell into a mild depression that always lingered in the background. I hope, as always, that triggering these memories will let me put them behind me and change course in the present day.
I can only hope that I have a better experience returning to high school than Billy Madison did.