"We don't see things as they are, we see them as WE are." (Anais Nin) (Yeh,I know there's a double dot thingy (what do you call those?) over the i in Anais, but can't figure out how to/too lazy to go find out how to do it.)
Isn't it weird how we carry high school inside us for many years afterward. When it's such a short period of time and we move beyond it (hopefully!). I had the opposite experience, since I grew up in the middle of Manhattan -- yes, I do think growing up on the extreme coasts IS different than other parts of the country -- and went to Music and Art (the sister school to the "Fame" school you grew up being inspired by)* where I was always the least talented BUT I had a great time in high school because I met my first love and spent a lot of time cutting class and hanging out in Central Park, or the Met, or the Village, or at home having sex while my mom was at work. :-) And then I went on to professional art school where they really separated the wheat from the chaff -- and I gave up pretensions of being an artist and went to work at the post office night shift. :-) I think I lasted two months.
Anyway, you give lots to think about here, which I will when my brain engages again. Right now it's a.w.o.l. What comes to mind now is mostly "Thanks for sharing."
Oh, yeh, and how I told one high school buddy a few years ago that I always wanted to be her in high school, because she looked like a PreRaphaelite (still does); she said she always wanted to be me because she was tongue-tied and shy and I could talk to anybody, seemed so confident. Heh. Wrong!!! :-)
*(they are now compressed into ONE Fiorello F. LaGuardia School for Music and the Performing Arts in midtown in a really ugly building, whereas the one I got to enjoy had stained glass, gargoyles, turrets, carved oak panelling. . . . )
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Date: 2008-10-15 12:25 am (UTC)Isn't it weird how we carry high school inside us for many years afterward. When it's such a short period of time and we move beyond it (hopefully!). I had the opposite experience, since I grew up in the middle of Manhattan -- yes, I do think growing up on the extreme coasts IS different than other parts of the country -- and went to Music and Art (the sister school to the "Fame" school you grew up being inspired by)* where I was always the least talented BUT I had a great time in high school because I met my first love and spent a lot of time cutting class and hanging out in Central Park, or the Met, or the Village, or at home having sex while my mom was at work. :-) And then I went on to professional art school where they really separated the wheat from the chaff -- and I gave up pretensions of being an artist and went to work at the post office night shift. :-) I think I lasted two months.
Anyway, you give lots to think about here, which I will when my brain engages again. Right now it's a.w.o.l. What comes to mind now is mostly "Thanks for sharing."
Oh, yeh, and how I told one high school buddy a few years ago that I always wanted to be her in high school, because she looked like a PreRaphaelite (still does); she said she always wanted to be me because she was tongue-tied and shy and I could talk to anybody, seemed so confident. Heh. Wrong!!! :-)
*(they are now compressed into ONE Fiorello F. LaGuardia School for Music and the Performing Arts in midtown in a really ugly building, whereas the one I got to enjoy had stained glass, gargoyles, turrets, carved oak panelling. . . . )