from such great heights

a step backward

Posted in life by chapwoman on December 14, 2007

I ventured onto my high school campus for the first time in 6 months yesterday. And the verdict? It was weird. Not the “weird” of “Wow, I feel so old” or “I can’t believe I used to go here.” It was more like “what happened?” kind of weird. Not only had the bell schedule changed, but ASB was 4th period, I didn’t recognize any more than about 20 students, and my former choir teacher was walking around with a walkie-talkie handing out dress code violations to students wearing the wrong shade of blue.

I talked for over an hour with my ap calc and homeroom teacher that I had seen every week for the past six 6 years; we talked about everything from the new school year, to my first quarter at Cal Poly, to wine-tasting in Napa. It was very refreshing, actually, to talk to Mr. Viramontes as a person, not as a teacher. And he wants me to call him Rick now. Weird, once again. I really needed to hear his advice though, his reaffirmation that the work ethic I carry and my purpose at school is heading in the right direction. When someone of that brilliance and wisdom says that they believe in you, oooh goodness, it erases all the insecurities and second-thoughts you’d been having since the first week of school. I should really email my teachers more often. Thank you, Mr. V.

After visiting with a couple of my favorite teachers for a couple hours and randomly seeing others walk across the quad, I walked back to my car and left. Weird. It was just a different aura without the Class of 2007 there. Without that stupid ASB drama of last year or seeing girls walk around with pink hoodies or hearing Tina Oh screaming across the quad. And I realized at that point why so many previous seniors never bothered to come back to visit the school which probably made them into excellent college students. Oxford keeps trucking along without you. Students still score high enough PSAT scores to rank them as National Merit Scholars like Michelle Quach, Mr. Meloche still advises yearbook without Hana Kim or John Sohn, and ASB still plans lunchtime activities like nobody ever knew who Kunal Patel was.

Talking to a couple 2008 seniors made me smile though; life goes way beyond the parking lot of Oxford Academy in dinky little Cypress, California. Leaving all that high school drama behind is the best thing that happens to graduating seniors, and just hearing the complaints they have are so menial and minute compared to the drama you face once you leave home. I did talk to Amy Shaw though, a senior who seemed to have it all figured out. She said, “it’s all just a waste of time and won’t matter in the big scheme of things. Things like winter formal drama, etc.” Exactly. You go girl. And go tell it on the mountain because had I known what you know, I would’ve just shut up and focused on grades a little more, been much more satisfied with my last year at 4th smartest school in the nation.

Even though I reminisce about high school all the time, the friends I made throughout my six years there, the teachers I relied on, the “knowledge” I gained, I appreciate that I’m 4 hours away, stepping outside the microcosm of high school.

c’est la vie,


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