Reminiscing
I love reminiscing. Last night, Ruqia and I were looking back on days of old, and all the crazy times we spent together in high school. Good times! We thought of Karen, Alen, Kenny, Tina, former teachers, Brian Dennis! I always said that Brian Dennis should write a book. Him and his shananigans. We talked about the time we had to do a project in World History, ours was on Sir Isaac Newton. Everyone else just went up and gave their presentation, but Ruqia, Karen, and I had to take it a step further. The first part was legit; but we wanted to make it like the History channel, so I pretended to be some scholar and did everything in a fake British accent, which wasn't British at all. Then we had the "Ruqia Lake" show where Isaac Newton was a guest, and we roamed through the halls filming interviews with people about Isaac Newton. We had some prepared responses, some were spontaneous, such as "Oh yeah, Old Man Newton, he's my next door neighbor!" Or "Oh yeah, I saw him up at club one tweezy this weekend breakin it down," or "who?" And then later, Ruqia dressed up as a tree and dropped a paper apple on Newton's head (portrayed by Teague). And then when we were in Mr. Caskey's class and he was too busy to answer our questions, so we called class from my cell phone. He answered the phone by the door, and Ruqia goes "I don't understand number 5." He's like "who is this?" "It's me, Ruqia." He turned around and we waved. Good times.
Then this morning at work, we were talking about Judy Blume, which took me back to adolescence, which eventually took me back to when I was around 11 or 12, and everyone was going through puberty. I think "Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret" sums up those times pretty well for me.
I always have to remind myself how much time I've spent here. What have I done? How have I changed? For the better? What was I doing four years ago, four months ago? What did I like? What did I want? So much is the same and yet so much is different. And so much comes back. Sometimes it seems like no progress has been made at all, like the circle just keeps repeating itself, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. It's time like these that I really call linear time into question. Too much? Okay, let me stop.