This morning I got to play in a Worship band at Eden High School.
It's always cool to be back, but the best part is knowing I can walk out whenever I want. To be honest, it's a flurry of mixed emotions being there. At first I'm like "oh the memories" and then my brain is like "remember how long it took you last time to get out of here, run!". But this mornings' worship was good times, (despite I totally messed up the song order and ended up botching it hard, sigh)
life.
But besides that I was told it all sounded good and I got to worship the best way I know how and that's what counts.
I graduated 2 years ago, I know this because when I see teachers, they are no longer in "teacher" mode, but in "I'm an actual human with a life outside of this institution" mode. I remember when this first happened, I didn't know what to do. My immediate reaction was to hide, run, or show some sort of hall pass. It's like I need to defend myself from this person because she/he will surely suspend me for some wrong that I've done on my own time.
Students are dumb.
It's always cool to be back, but the best part is knowing I can walk out whenever I want. To be honest, it's a flurry of mixed emotions being there. At first I'm like "oh the memories" and then my brain is like "remember how long it took you last time to get out of here, run!". But this mornings' worship was good times, (despite I totally messed up the song order and ended up botching it hard, sigh)
life.
But besides that I was told it all sounded good and I got to worship the best way I know how and that's what counts.
I graduated 2 years ago, I know this because when I see teachers, they are no longer in "teacher" mode, but in "I'm an actual human with a life outside of this institution" mode. I remember when this first happened, I didn't know what to do. My immediate reaction was to hide, run, or show some sort of hall pass. It's like I need to defend myself from this person because she/he will surely suspend me for some wrong that I've done on my own time.
Students are dumb.
I remember clearly in high school, being after class with a teacher, and her saying "jon, I like you as a person, but not as a student".
burn?
We have teachers burned into our mind to be our superiors and (somewhat) final authority that when we do finally meet them after graduation, you will still call them "mrs/mr whatever." and you'll still be kind of like..."ohh crap". and it WILL be weird if you use their first name.
If it's not a tad weird
then the fact that it's not weird just made the whole situation a bit weird if you get what I'm saying.
When you finally meet your old teachers, and have a drink or a talk or a hug, that's when you find out what teachers/humans are actually like.
There were a lot of teachers I liked, and some of which I thought were utterly horrible. Some who helped me out (in english HUGE, who I would love to thank, in drama who was way too much fun, in math, night school and day school, and where would I be if I didn't have pretty rad science teachers, and a guidance counselor with my picture on the wall.) and some who did the opposite, but I think I turned out in the end. We'll see I guess.
Yah, Eden isn't half bad.
....thank God I'm not in high school anymore.
Cheers.
-jon.
We have teachers burned into our mind to be our superiors and (somewhat) final authority that when we do finally meet them after graduation, you will still call them "mrs/mr whatever." and you'll still be kind of like..."ohh crap". and it WILL be weird if you use their first name.
If it's not a tad weird
then the fact that it's not weird just made the whole situation a bit weird if you get what I'm saying.
When you finally meet your old teachers, and have a drink or a talk or a hug, that's when you find out what teachers/humans are actually like.
There were a lot of teachers I liked, and some of which I thought were utterly horrible. Some who helped me out (in english HUGE, who I would love to thank, in drama who was way too much fun, in math, night school and day school, and where would I be if I didn't have pretty rad science teachers, and a guidance counselor with my picture on the wall.) and some who did the opposite, but I think I turned out in the end. We'll see I guess.
Yah, Eden isn't half bad.
....thank God I'm not in high school anymore.
Cheers.
-jon.
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