Park Hill! 35 years later
I am not sure that anyone from my High School Class will read this. But it is a good introspection for me, so here goes.
Thank you.
Thank you to those who worked so hard to put the reunion together. It was an amazing time. Yes, I really did have a good time.
Thank you to those who actually came up to talk to me. I hope you didn't do it because you felt like I didn't know anyone, or that I didn't feel part of the group. I did. If you did do it for that reason, then thank you, and bless you, for caring enough to do so. I struggle mightily with initiating conversation. I think part of it is just my reluctance to intrude on someone's space, or conversation, but more likely, it is just my way.
For me, crowds are a challenge. I don't struggle too much with crowds at an event, like a game, or concert, because we are all there to watch, so interaction is limited. In party situations, it is completely different. A lot of people in a confined space, interacting with each other, is a problem for me. And a big one.
All the tests I took in management classes had the same result. They were all very consistent that I am about as introverted as they come. I love to write, as is obvious with the blogs, but it isn't without effort. Write, read, correct, repeat. Even then, I am frustrated by whether or not I am expressing what I want.
And I do love to talk, probably too much. I think that is another reason that I am reluctant to start a conversation, because I am acutely aware of that.
I also tended towards the perimeter. I loved to watch people interact, to talk to each other. How I envy all of your abilities to do that. It is a weakness of mine that I have come to accept. But at least I was there, which for me was an achievement in and of itself. (my first reunion to attend)
I love when people are happy. It was obvious that people were mostly very happy, to come to what was essentially an adult playground, to eat, drink, and just enjoy company. Yes, people were carrying some baggage with them, some more than others. But just to be able to put those things aside and enjoy company is some of the best therapy there is.
Did I say thank you to all, and the planners in particular? It can't be said enough.
One thing I learned is that while we all move(d) in different circles, at the end of the day, we share so much more than what divide us. As is typical, we are a true microcosm of society. Left, right, rich, not as rich, very sociable, not so much. We share a pride for school. We share joy in the success of our classmates. We mourn those that have gone from this world too soon. Any differences we may have had fade with time, revealing ourselves to be...
United as Trojans.
Of course, I would ask the question: Of all the mascots of schools, choosing the one that historically fell for a wooden horse? Or, some other meaning of Trojan.
Thank you.
Thank you to those who worked so hard to put the reunion together. It was an amazing time. Yes, I really did have a good time.
Thank you to those who actually came up to talk to me. I hope you didn't do it because you felt like I didn't know anyone, or that I didn't feel part of the group. I did. If you did do it for that reason, then thank you, and bless you, for caring enough to do so. I struggle mightily with initiating conversation. I think part of it is just my reluctance to intrude on someone's space, or conversation, but more likely, it is just my way.
For me, crowds are a challenge. I don't struggle too much with crowds at an event, like a game, or concert, because we are all there to watch, so interaction is limited. In party situations, it is completely different. A lot of people in a confined space, interacting with each other, is a problem for me. And a big one.
All the tests I took in management classes had the same result. They were all very consistent that I am about as introverted as they come. I love to write, as is obvious with the blogs, but it isn't without effort. Write, read, correct, repeat. Even then, I am frustrated by whether or not I am expressing what I want.
And I do love to talk, probably too much. I think that is another reason that I am reluctant to start a conversation, because I am acutely aware of that.
I also tended towards the perimeter. I loved to watch people interact, to talk to each other. How I envy all of your abilities to do that. It is a weakness of mine that I have come to accept. But at least I was there, which for me was an achievement in and of itself. (my first reunion to attend)
I love when people are happy. It was obvious that people were mostly very happy, to come to what was essentially an adult playground, to eat, drink, and just enjoy company. Yes, people were carrying some baggage with them, some more than others. But just to be able to put those things aside and enjoy company is some of the best therapy there is.
Did I say thank you to all, and the planners in particular? It can't be said enough.
One thing I learned is that while we all move(d) in different circles, at the end of the day, we share so much more than what divide us. As is typical, we are a true microcosm of society. Left, right, rich, not as rich, very sociable, not so much. We share a pride for school. We share joy in the success of our classmates. We mourn those that have gone from this world too soon. Any differences we may have had fade with time, revealing ourselves to be...
United as Trojans.
Of course, I would ask the question: Of all the mascots of schools, choosing the one that historically fell for a wooden horse? Or, some other meaning of Trojan.
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