Midnight Blue
IT happened after our first pep rally on Friday. The first pep rally of our Senior year, the first of many more to come "Seniors 2006, ra ra ra raah raaaaaah..." We were all elated of our new position and titles of "Seniors," it was all about us. This year is all about us.
I was walking back into the school, slowly being herded back in with the crowd and I was talking to Michelle when it happened.
It was a moment of the future, a flash forward of walking into Memorial for Siesta Fiesta, of my trying to memorize the faces I have come to know so well over the past four years, trying to etch in my memory the laughter and file the individual moments into memories to be recalled in later years.
I could see myself fondly recalling those memories "When I was in high school...." in future years with the memories so alive, so close, I would feel just as I feel right now with the youthful excitement of possible victory and the awe and wonder of what the future holds.
This all ran through my head at that exact moment I was stepping into school with the rowdy crowd and it was overwhelming.
I try remembering simple details of a day in kindergarten and I can recall certain things like the feel of my BIG new beginners crayons uncomfortably in my hand as I undertook the difficult task of coloring the Little Mermaid and playing with the big wooden blocks and the joy of getting to sit on the bean bag for story time.... And this makes me wonder, will all of the special moments in my life be reduced to tightly packaged memories by my brain only to be recalled later with doubts of just being a dream? Will all that seems so special and sacred to me now be sentenced to the same fate as my BIG crayons, the uncertainty of memories, the misty fog of feelings past?
I was thinking about that as I walked into school, thinking about that ever approaching moment when all of us would be stepping into Memorial for the last time as a collective student body and walking out as individuals traveling down different roads, roads and fates that perhaps will never again cross my own.
This year it's all about us.
What happens to memories forgotten?
I was walking back into the school, slowly being herded back in with the crowd and I was talking to Michelle when it happened.
It was a moment of the future, a flash forward of walking into Memorial for Siesta Fiesta, of my trying to memorize the faces I have come to know so well over the past four years, trying to etch in my memory the laughter and file the individual moments into memories to be recalled in later years.
I could see myself fondly recalling those memories "When I was in high school...." in future years with the memories so alive, so close, I would feel just as I feel right now with the youthful excitement of possible victory and the awe and wonder of what the future holds.
This all ran through my head at that exact moment I was stepping into school with the rowdy crowd and it was overwhelming.
I try remembering simple details of a day in kindergarten and I can recall certain things like the feel of my BIG new beginners crayons uncomfortably in my hand as I undertook the difficult task of coloring the Little Mermaid and playing with the big wooden blocks and the joy of getting to sit on the bean bag for story time.... And this makes me wonder, will all of the special moments in my life be reduced to tightly packaged memories by my brain only to be recalled later with doubts of just being a dream? Will all that seems so special and sacred to me now be sentenced to the same fate as my BIG crayons, the uncertainty of memories, the misty fog of feelings past?
I was thinking about that as I walked into school, thinking about that ever approaching moment when all of us would be stepping into Memorial for the last time as a collective student body and walking out as individuals traveling down different roads, roads and fates that perhaps will never again cross my own.
This year it's all about us.
What happens to memories forgotten?