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Nov. 14th, 2007 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
electriclandYesterday turned into old-high-school day for me.
At around 4:30 I met someone I'd been to high school with for coffee. We'd reconnected through Facebook, and basically I recognized her name but didn't remember much else about her. I have lost touch with nearly everyone from my high school; I didn't do this consciously, but I think it mostly happened when I had my meltdown in my fourth year of university. Academic Star Fails To Fulfill Promise. Fall of the Nerd. I wasn't applying to grad school; on the contrary, I was crashing and burning, and I think I didn't want to be in contact with all those raised expectations. And there were only a few people I'd hung out with on a regular basis anyway, now I come to think of it.
Obviously I still have a few strong feelings about this. Um. Where was I?
In any case, I met her for coffee and she remembered me very well but I didn't remember her much, which was awkward. But we chatted up a storm in any case, about Jane Austen and other books and movies and what we're doing with our lives. It was nice. A bit weird, but overall nice.
Then I headed up to my old high school itself for choir practice. (Luckily they had provided students to guide us to the music room; they've done so many renovations and additions since I was there that I'd never have found it otherwise.) I've joined the Old Girls' choir which is being pulled together for the school's 140th anniversary. There is to be a massive concert at Roy Thomson Hall with every musical group in the school contributing, and we're doing two carols, both of which I love: Christmas Lullaby by Philippa Campsie, and This Little Babe from Britten's Ceremony of Carols. (Interestingly opposite yet similar, they are.) Slight downside is I've ended up singing second soprano because there were only three, and I am so very not a soprano, but I'm sure I'll manage. It's fun to sing in a women's choir for a change.
So yesterday was a bit of a nostalgia-fest. In a good way, I think.
At around 4:30 I met someone I'd been to high school with for coffee. We'd reconnected through Facebook, and basically I recognized her name but didn't remember much else about her. I have lost touch with nearly everyone from my high school; I didn't do this consciously, but I think it mostly happened when I had my meltdown in my fourth year of university. Academic Star Fails To Fulfill Promise. Fall of the Nerd. I wasn't applying to grad school; on the contrary, I was crashing and burning, and I think I didn't want to be in contact with all those raised expectations. And there were only a few people I'd hung out with on a regular basis anyway, now I come to think of it.
Obviously I still have a few strong feelings about this. Um. Where was I?
In any case, I met her for coffee and she remembered me very well but I didn't remember her much, which was awkward. But we chatted up a storm in any case, about Jane Austen and other books and movies and what we're doing with our lives. It was nice. A bit weird, but overall nice.
Then I headed up to my old high school itself for choir practice. (Luckily they had provided students to guide us to the music room; they've done so many renovations and additions since I was there that I'd never have found it otherwise.) I've joined the Old Girls' choir which is being pulled together for the school's 140th anniversary. There is to be a massive concert at Roy Thomson Hall with every musical group in the school contributing, and we're doing two carols, both of which I love: Christmas Lullaby by Philippa Campsie, and This Little Babe from Britten's Ceremony of Carols. (Interestingly opposite yet similar, they are.) Slight downside is I've ended up singing second soprano because there were only three, and I am so very not a soprano, but I'm sure I'll manage. It's fun to sing in a women's choir for a change.
So yesterday was a bit of a nostalgia-fest. In a good way, I think.
