2008 30 May

Back in High School

Author: Shawn Categories: Shawniverse

So, my friend comes over with a proposition. I’m feel like I’m about to get hoodwinked because my best friend – sitting next to me – knows what’s up and is acting suspiciously coy.

Now, I haven’t been playing my trumpet very regularly for a few years or so – lots of boring factors brought that action into existence – but I’m playing again. Having old friends around that remember when I was a pretty darn tootin’ terrific player hasn’t hurt.

My best friend conducted the community concert of Handel’s Messiah this last year, and it turned out pretty great, other than my grand mis-entrance. Hey, at least I followed the sage advice of an old director. “If you make a mistake, make sure everyone hears it!” Everyone heard it all right.

It wasn’t entirely my fault. I was following the program and they forgot a recitative, so I thought I was up. On the other hand, it’s not like I haven’t played this before. I should’ve remembered. Despite that fubar (and I won’t explain that acronym or your ears might burn), and the fact that the Messiah is fairly demanding and I hadn’t practiced diligently for years until a month before the gig, I did well enough to get lots of compliments and offers to play for more people.

But, back to my beginning sentence. My friend asked if I would play in the high school musical. Yes, they have their own band, but the director of said band handed the drama department a “I don’t have time for this” a week before the show.

Since they were desperate and I was gearing up for the Messiah, I said. “Oh, I guess so.” So there I was. Back in high school. Playing a musical. A few friends had also been hoodwinked into it, but we couldn’t let our friend hang out there all by herself on the piano looking frazzled and panicked. That would have been very unfriendlike.

I did all the musicals when I was in high school. We had a stellar drama group and our band won awards at competitions every year, so it was a lot of fun. It brought back memories watching all these teenage puppies running around doing their teenage thing. Was I really that energetic back then … and that stupid silly?

I’m sure I wasn’t, but I must have been. How scary is that? Even scarier is the adage, “High school is the best time of your life”. Whoever came up with that one must have done absolutely nothing with his or her life. I wouldn’t go back to high school if you offered me my very own island.

All the drama, the ‘he said – she said’, laying about on dirty floors, the spontaneous giggling, the stinky bathrooms, the insane social rules of the teenage hormonal microcosm … I’d rather stick hot pokers into my eyeballs.

That said, we had a good time. My friend treated us to some Mexican food. Then we four went to the elementary school playground. We played four square for a while and then played on the jungle gym. At midnight.

Our collective age? 182.

One Response to “Back in High School”

  1. Jen Says:

    I have to say, I’m just as scared of spiders. It’s not a rational fear, but I’m terrified nonetheless.

    When I was younger, I walked into our bathroom, and apparently an egg sack had hatched, and hundreds of baby spiders were crawling around on the ceiling. They started falling on my head, and I ran out screaming, trying to brush them out of my hair.

    I know that they can’t hurt me, but I just haven’t gotten over this fear yet. Maybe I need a pet tarantula – that will make me less fearful of tiny spiders, I suppose. (Or maybe it will send me back into therapy!)

    Oct 18, 2:42 PM