A conversation I had with my sisters yesterday really spurred me on to think about this subject. One thing in particular was something my sister-in-love, Kesh said:
"Wouldn't it be nice to do high school all over knowing how much status doesn't matter later in life?"
I don't care what part of the crowd you were in during those 4 years...but no matter what, it was something. There was some sort of teen-made status system that is created in high school, that now, looking back on, makes me laugh quite frankly.
You know...there were the really "popular" kids (oh how I dread that term--it's so cliche), the kids who were really into sports, the few that mingled between the crowds, the "goth" (now, emo) kids, band kids, drama people, and the ones who were picked on so badly it almost brings me to tears thinking about now. No one should endure torture of any kind...and gawwwd, especially in freaking high school.
But thinking about all of these so called "statuses" just makes me sick. At my wise old age of 24, knowing what I do now, and what I know of my old high school friends and even ones who weren't so much my friends----
What the heck was all that about anyway?!
None of the statuses ever mattered. Yet in that moment, they rocked your world. No one [now] thinks about and recalls what you were in high school. No one would remember if you tried out for the volleyball team and never made it. No one cares if you weren't wearing the most up-to-date clothing. No one really cares nor remembers what kind of car you drove. No one would remember if you stood up for what you believed in instead of gone with the crowd (or maybe they would--but would that be such a bad thing?). No one cares who you dated, and which party you attended on the weekends.
NONE of it matters anymore. Honestly? It didn't even matter then...yet somehow, most of us let it matter so much.
Seeing those old high school people often brings back a flood of memories of who they were then, and who they associated with...even though, that may have all been a facade.
Just the other night I saw a kid from my high school walking in my neighborhood with what looked like his wife and a baby...and I said to my husband, "I went to high school with that kid. He used to be a jerk."
I quickly corrected myself and said, "You know what? He actually was probably a nice guy..."
Because ohmygosh, who can be judged based on their high school days?
Kesh is right...going back and doing high school all over again knowing that status never really mattered would have truly made high school a totally different experience...for EVERYONE. The popular girl. The math-whiz. The choir kid. The bank-geek.
For all of us.