Last night, my little brother graduated from the prestigious Seminole High School. A few of my friends that I graduated with were there, and some of them I hadn't seen since our big night. Needless to say, awkward conversations and catching up commenced. I swear I was mentally preparing myself to go to Grants house after the commencement to play Halo until 6 in the morning like we did after our graduation.
It was surreal sitting there amongst the crowd of people, a lot of whom I recognized, watching my little brother and all his classmates walk across that field. It saddened me a bit to know that some of the people there had no connection to anyone graduating, other than the fact that they to graduated from Seminole, but they had nothing better to do than come sit in that old stadium. To think that some of them are still so deeply connected to that high school 5, 10, 20 years after they graduate is confusing to me. I guess that when I left that place, I was very much ready to be gone from there. This wasn't because I didn't enjoy my time there. I still love hearing about Chieftain football, what music the band is playing this year, and how the speech & debate team is doing, and how many people are failing Mrs. Rose's senior AP english class. But ultimately, I was needing to go, just to change my surroundings.
I'm not really sure what the point of all these ramblings are. Just observations I guess, but observations that have made me look hard at the last four years of my life and how much I have changed, and how the little old town of Seminole has virtually stayed the same.
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