Memory lane
There is going to be a high school reunion next month, marking the 10th year since we left school.
I remember those days.
I was quite the slacker. Sleeping while my English teacher taught in class. And I sat right in front of the blackboard.
The teacher would ask CN, who sat next to me, to wake me up for some questions. And I'd look at CN from the corner of my eye desperately for answers. She was also my saviour in Pure Science. I copied her lab reports. Her History notes. And her Add Math homework.
Almost everyone in my class (Science 1) ended up as doctors, dentists, lawyers, engineers, accountants, architects, consultants and academia. Only one other girl, YY and myself ended up in advertising (she too, slept in class most of the time, but she was smart enough to do it at the BACK of the classroom).
It's been awhile since I last saw most of them. Except for CN and my gang of girlfriends (people I don't see often enough).
Strangely, it took me awhile to decide if I wanted to go for the reunion. Not only because I might be busy with pre-festive season projects around that time, but also because these gatherings can be rather, trying.
Firstly, I dread questions like:
"What are you doing now?"
Advertising.
"Oh, advertising? You're a graphic designer?"
No. I'm a copywriter.
"What's that? You copyright things?"
No. I write. For advertising. Commercials and stuff.
"Oh. What's your latest ad?"
(Great, fumbles for something memorable, but none comes to mind.) Oh, here and there.
"Are you married?"
No.
"Where your boyfriend?"
He's at home (sorry D, but you'll thank me for this).
"Oh, are you planning to get married?"
Heh heh. I don't know.
Then I'm reminded how everyone has grown up.
And how I'm desperately trying NOT to.
Some are probably married with children.
Some are married.
Most are engaged to be married.
And content to be moving into the next phase of life.
Meanwhile, I'm a restless spirit.
My mind and soul wandering, wishing my body could follow.
I am looking forward to seeing everyone next month.
And to be reminded that eventually, I'll have to grow up too.
I remember those days.
I was quite the slacker. Sleeping while my English teacher taught in class. And I sat right in front of the blackboard.
The teacher would ask CN, who sat next to me, to wake me up for some questions. And I'd look at CN from the corner of my eye desperately for answers. She was also my saviour in Pure Science. I copied her lab reports. Her History notes. And her Add Math homework.
Almost everyone in my class (Science 1) ended up as doctors, dentists, lawyers, engineers, accountants, architects, consultants and academia. Only one other girl, YY and myself ended up in advertising (she too, slept in class most of the time, but she was smart enough to do it at the BACK of the classroom).
It's been awhile since I last saw most of them. Except for CN and my gang of girlfriends (people I don't see often enough).
Strangely, it took me awhile to decide if I wanted to go for the reunion. Not only because I might be busy with pre-festive season projects around that time, but also because these gatherings can be rather, trying.
Firstly, I dread questions like:
"What are you doing now?"
Advertising.
"Oh, advertising? You're a graphic designer?"
No. I'm a copywriter.
"What's that? You copyright things?"
No. I write. For advertising. Commercials and stuff.
"Oh. What's your latest ad?"
(Great, fumbles for something memorable, but none comes to mind.) Oh, here and there.
"Are you married?"
No.
"Where your boyfriend?"
He's at home (sorry D, but you'll thank me for this).
"Oh, are you planning to get married?"
Heh heh. I don't know.
Then I'm reminded how everyone has grown up.
And how I'm desperately trying NOT to.
Some are probably married with children.
Some are married.
Most are engaged to be married.
And content to be moving into the next phase of life.
Meanwhile, I'm a restless spirit.
My mind and soul wandering, wishing my body could follow.
I am looking forward to seeing everyone next month.
And to be reminded that eventually, I'll have to grow up too.
Labels: just me
says Wandernut on Sunday, November 20, 2005
2 wandered by:
Good luck. These things really can be trying.
I think these things become uncomfortable very quickly and I've only ever been to two, both out of curiosity.
I feel if you have people you like, you'll keep in touch anyway and you don't need an event to bring you together. Also, I think it has to be people around whom you feel comfortable in your own skin.
I've stuck to meeting up with one group - the same four - for the past 6 years. This year, it was a little different. I'm the only one not married.
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