High school
Today I found out a friend that I knew from high school and college was killed while riding his bike up in Seattle. I was saddened to hear about his death, and shocked, but I hadn't even seen him since 91. The thing that has been weird is how there have been all these emails back and forth between friends and people I barely know from high school about this guy. It brought back all these memories of people and events from high school. I'm going to Kevin's memorial this weekend and will see a bunch of people that I haven't seen in decades. It's producing lots of anxiety.
In general I have very vague memories about the whole time. It's weird to me how little I remember of it, but maybe that's normal? I mean, I get Facebook friend invites from people who were in my class and I have no recollection of them at all. It was a 1500 person high school, so I guess that's not surprising. I didn't hate high school, but besides playing soccer and a handful of good friends, I didn't really enjoy it. I felt ugly (I remember one boy barking at me my freshman year) and not very smart. Things changed when I left Riverside and moved up north. I remember my first day at San Francisco State and feeling like a boy there was checking me out. It was the first time it had ever happened.
One thing I've wondered is if people who move away from their town and high school friends early on, have less connection and less memories of that time than people that stay close to home.
I have lots of catching up to do on my friends' LJ journals. I've been trying to work on that local family resource website, which is going very very slow.
In general I have very vague memories about the whole time. It's weird to me how little I remember of it, but maybe that's normal? I mean, I get Facebook friend invites from people who were in my class and I have no recollection of them at all. It was a 1500 person high school, so I guess that's not surprising. I didn't hate high school, but besides playing soccer and a handful of good friends, I didn't really enjoy it. I felt ugly (I remember one boy barking at me my freshman year) and not very smart. Things changed when I left Riverside and moved up north. I remember my first day at San Francisco State and feeling like a boy there was checking me out. It was the first time it had ever happened.
One thing I've wondered is if people who move away from their town and high school friends early on, have less connection and less memories of that time than people that stay close to home.
I have lots of catching up to do on my friends' LJ journals. I've been trying to work on that local family resource website, which is going very very slow.