A 40th high school reunion. A little book at the store that asks grandparents to write down memories of their school days. A little worry that I haven’t heard from my childhood school friend for too long. Friending my favorite high school teacher on Facebook.
I teach for a living and I have for a long time now — certainly longer than my first years of schooling (I didn’t go to Kindergarten). I often help students rewrite their internal scripts created when they were in school that holds them back in what they believe they can accomplish in college.
Besides Mr. Hogan, my sixth grade teacher and Mr. C, my high school teacher, those first years were not fun for me. All the time I was trying to make some connection between why schoolwork was so easy and so many adults telling me I wouldn’t amount to anything (of course, they also told me I was a bookworm and smart — I can’t make meaning out of those messages now; how was I supposed to then?
So the question is, are they just memories? What do we bring to our adulthood that got created in school?  Hmmm…..
A few pictures from Harborfields high School class of 1969 40th reunion:
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