Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Why is it that when we're in the middle of some common drudgery, the hours and days seem to just creep by, but later with a good dose of perspective on our side, they seem to have just raced by us in a blur. The culmination of my formal education in this city brought no tears to me. I was eager, like most, to enter that 'real world' and see what it held for me. In retrospect, those years were long then but short now. Schools in Maine, over the next few weeks, will be closing up shop for another school year. Another graduating class will be soon pushing themselves out these doors and taking off on their quest for the self. This is the backside of Deering High School. It is one of the large public high schools in the city. If I didn't do 'time' with the Jesuits, I would have spent four years within its walls. As it was, I took six weeks of algebra here in summer school before entering high school. Warm days? Me and Algebra? Giving up weeks of a valuable summer vacation? It did have its benefits though. It was my last taste of the fairer sex in the classroom, side by side, for four years. As I glance back, I really didn't mind those warm weeks at all.
What's up with that?