Talkin' 'Bout my Generation
I returned last night from a trip "home" to Florida for a long weekend. I was there because my brother and sister-in-law were visiting from Alberta, and because of the big fundraiser at the school I attended from kindergarten through grade 12. I expected to see some of my old high school classmates, but the only classmate I saw (and she didn't graduate with me) was the girl who prompted my first diary entry ever, along with her two kids. We didn't have much to say to each other.
I did see some of my old teachers. I was always a teachers' pet (and that's not necessarily a good thing), so they always want to know what I'm doing. When I was a secretary, it was a little harder to bring myself to tell them, but now I can say "I'm an Operations Manager at a non-profit" which sounds a little better, even if I'm a glorified secretary. I feel like I haven't quite lived up to what they imagined was my potential.
School looks a lot different than it used to . . . more buildings, lots of changes. Everything feels smaller. But the strangest thing was seeing people living in 2006. I left that place in 1997, and so it seems like it should still BE 1997 . . . someone mentioned American Idol, and it weirded me out for a second. AI doesn't BELONG here. Neither do cell phones. When I was in high school, no one had a cell phone, or text messaged anyone. We did email a little, and chat on IM a little, but it was all very new. Nobody had ever heard of Myspace (or My Place, as my mom calls it), or blogging, or internet dating.
Oh, the good old late 90s.
I did see some of my old teachers. I was always a teachers' pet (and that's not necessarily a good thing), so they always want to know what I'm doing. When I was a secretary, it was a little harder to bring myself to tell them, but now I can say "I'm an Operations Manager at a non-profit" which sounds a little better, even if I'm a glorified secretary. I feel like I haven't quite lived up to what they imagined was my potential.
School looks a lot different than it used to . . . more buildings, lots of changes. Everything feels smaller. But the strangest thing was seeing people living in 2006. I left that place in 1997, and so it seems like it should still BE 1997 . . . someone mentioned American Idol, and it weirded me out for a second. AI doesn't BELONG here. Neither do cell phones. When I was in high school, no one had a cell phone, or text messaged anyone. We did email a little, and chat on IM a little, but it was all very new. Nobody had ever heard of Myspace (or My Place, as my mom calls it), or blogging, or internet dating.
Oh, the good old late 90s.
posted by Melanie at 10:36 PM
