High School indeed. This weekend was a whirlwind tour, taking us all the way back to 1998. Let’s start at the beginning.
Friday I saw Harry Potter again with my brother Charles. Nothing much to say about all that except that the Monrovia Street Fair can eat my ass with a spoon.
Saturday morning I had a work function to attend. We had a satellite store set up at a large function. I had worked said function when I had worked here during high school, and knew it to be horrible. Luckliy for me this year I had a reason to leave, the wedding of two very good friends from high school, Summer and Curtis.
Work was very worky, but I ran like hell at 1. From there I droped my brother at the folks’, went to Milca’s work, then home, showered, dressed, waited for the Pooks and Corey (brother), and the four of us drove out to Mission Hills for the wedding.
The wedding was very nice. There were about 40-60 people, it was outdoors, and the ceremony was simple, and was very family oriented, which I really liked.
The reception was very nice as well. I got to see a lot, and I do mean a lot, of faces from high school. When everyone was filling out their RSVP’s, there was some talk as to who would be there, who we wanted to see, and who we were not very excited about seeing. Summer and Curtis were, are, and always will be some of the sweetest and caring people you’ll ever know. It was no shock that they got married, in fact it was a bit over due. This being so, they have a lot of friends that don’t necessarily like eachother. Personally, there were some people that I don’t necessarily talk to anymore, but wouldn’t object to talking to. There were really only two people there that I wanted nothing to do with. One of them tried tried to say hi, to which I replied “Uh huh.” I think he got the point. The other, who is affiliated with the prior, didn’t try to say anything to me at all. It seemed as though she knew better, as she did talk to others that felt similarly to me.
Overall, it was a fun reception. It was drama free, I had a blast, Milca met a lot of people that I’d been talking about for the past year, and I got to see some people that I hadn’t seen in at least that amount of time.
Sunday, while running some errands, Milca and I ran into my old French teacher and her twin sister from high school. She was easily one of my two favorite teachers in high school, the other being my drama teacher who was also my english teacher. I had a big crush on her back in the day (yeah, yeah… say what you will, but she’s a sweetheart). But more than that, she was one of the reasons that I wanted to get into teaching. We got to talking, about what’s been going on, what we’d been doing, etc. She and her sister are both assistant principals. I told them about my desire to teach, and they gave me some great advice.
I’m now motivated to find a job that requires fewer hours so that I can go to school full time. I’m realizing that school is a breeze for me at this point, and the lack of time is my only hangup. I’m taking 10 units as is, and I’m still holding on. If I were working part time, there’s no reason I couldn’t take 15 units a semester. It’s cake.
It’s funny how many things change after high school. I’ve changed quite a bit, and know that I am still changing. In high school I never did work, always scraped by, and didn’t really care all that much. Of course I was in a bad place, had low self esteem, and didn’t see the point, but now I’ve grown up. I want the prize, and I’ll do anything I can to get it.
On a side note, you ever get one of those itches on your choad that you scratch for about a full minute, leaving you in a state of complete bliss? Those are the best.
Heh, choad. Taint. Your mom.