Of marching bands and days full of fun
A school marching band passed by my building this morning. They were surprisingly good; made me long for my high school days. I wasn't a member of the marching band, but I was in the school choir. Those were the days.
I'm not sure whether I would have changed things if I could go back in time. Looking back, I realize that when I started having friends at school - real friends, not mere colleagues that you see only on gymnastics practice - I started slacking, my studies were left behind. I was so caught up in the idea of belonging to a group that I forgot about everything else.
I've lost contact with most of my high school friends - only two are still with me, and one of those is my ex, who moved to the other side of the country. One of them, who used to be my best friend, just disappeared one day, stopped talking to me, and to this day I still wonder what the hell she was thinking. I knew she was capable of leaving a friend behind like that, I'd seen it happen, but back then she had darn good reasons so... hurt like hell when it happened to me.
If I could go back I would pay more attention to my studies, because I missed a lot out of laziness. Didn't pay attention to a lot of classes in order to hand out with my friends and have fun. But I wouldn't change everything, because those days - those sunny, fun, full of laughter days - were the only time in all my years of school and college in which I felt I was part of something. And despite all the disappointment that followed, hell, how I miss the days when I knew my place in the world.
I'm not sure whether I would have changed things if I could go back in time. Looking back, I realize that when I started having friends at school - real friends, not mere colleagues that you see only on gymnastics practice - I started slacking, my studies were left behind. I was so caught up in the idea of belonging to a group that I forgot about everything else.
I've lost contact with most of my high school friends - only two are still with me, and one of those is my ex, who moved to the other side of the country. One of them, who used to be my best friend, just disappeared one day, stopped talking to me, and to this day I still wonder what the hell she was thinking. I knew she was capable of leaving a friend behind like that, I'd seen it happen, but back then she had darn good reasons so... hurt like hell when it happened to me.
If I could go back I would pay more attention to my studies, because I missed a lot out of laziness. Didn't pay attention to a lot of classes in order to hand out with my friends and have fun. But I wouldn't change everything, because those days - those sunny, fun, full of laughter days - were the only time in all my years of school and college in which I felt I was part of something. And despite all the disappointment that followed, hell, how I miss the days when I knew my place in the world.