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After attending the very successful reunion function at the Wanderers this past weekend, I felt I needed to share some thoughts with my peers: Both in attendance and those whose absence we felt in reminiscence.
It was with relative trepidation that I agreed to attend the reunion, a fear caused partly by the measuring stick held by others but mostly by the one I held for myself. So much time has passed, and whatever successes I think I may have achieved, may pale when compared to others. Egotistical? Possibly, but rather similar to trying to stretch a large painted canvas over the small frame constructed in the confines of youth.
Ah, to be young and so easily moulded! Gone are the days when our views could be so easily swayed by constructive arguments presented by friends. Gone are the days where we trusted all adults (teachers, parents) implicitly. We were carefree, life was an unpolished gem and we were bursting at the seams with youthful joy! Here I was, nervous at the thought of all these things having changed and I along with them.
Do you remember how important it was to just fit in? The ‘in’ hair styles, the ‘in’ bands – the ‘in’ snack to buy at the tuck shop! Now our lives are dictated by the gnawing need to be different. To stand out from the crowd. “I did it my way.” Don’t get me wrong, by all means succeed beyond all dreams, confines and expectations – reach for the stars, but keep your feet firmly on the ground.
Seeing our teachers, our principal, our friends: These were people we saw every week day for five years! How long must you know someone to be able to call them a friend? But surpassing this question is the fact that we now, as adults, can see in our children what these teachers saw in us! They did not make us into the adults we are today, I think ‘life’ does that, but they structured our game plans, gave us a plan A, and a plan B, and because they are teachers a plan C as well! These “surrogate” parents took our hands, lifted us to our feet and watched us teeter-totter on naïve little feet into a world filled with obstacles. A world filled with encounters for which they had instilled the blueprints in us to overcome, but locked behind a door of choice.
The one advantage of being an adult is the ability to process thoughts in a mature and detailed manner. We simply think differently. And seeing our teachers, our principal, through these grown up lenses, I was beside myself with respect and admiration. All the things we had been taught only now made sense. It wasn’t the ‘falling down’ part that was the important thing, nor was it the getting up again. The most important thing was grasping the lesson in between!
I want to thank my friends and piers for being just that -friends. You made the journey to adulthood less lonely.
I want to thank the teachers for doing just that, teaching. You made the journey worth it.
And I want to thank our principal most of all. You were always the inspiration.
Returning home to my family, I felt fulfilled, in a way. My husband asked me simply: “Did you see any of your old friends?” I smiled and replied, “Yes, and I made a couple of new ones too.”
Heres to the next reunion
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