High school never ends…

Over the past few weeks, I’ve learned a valuable lesson.  Again.  I guess I’m a slow study.

I hated high school.  I don’t think that’s a secret.  My life in high school was basically miserable.  I had a few friends, but not life-long heart-to-heart friends.  We were surface friends, and a few years after high school, I essentially lost contact with everyone. 

I had a full life.  I was fine.  Honestly, talking to people about high school is vomit-inducing rather than warm and fuzzy.  I’d seen a few people here and there, but that was it.

For some reason–probably because God is a jokester and doesn’t allow wounds to fester–I’ve been in contact with some high school people.  Facebook is an equalizer.  You can be “friends” with people, get updates on their lives, and go on with your life.  So, I find myself friends on facebook with a whole bunch of people who didn’t have the time of day for me in high school.  Some of the people I was really friendly with, and it is honestly great to reconnect via comments, statuses, etc.

Somewhere along the way, I mistakenly believed that people had become adults.  Silly me. 

Instead, what I’ve found is that the character of the people in high school is basically the character that they have now.  I guess I shouldn’t cast stones…I really haven’t changed all that much either.  My personality is basically the same. 

There is someone that I’ve gotten to know from high school over the past few weeks.  His son plays ball with my nephew.  We didn’t know one another well in high school, but we were in the same biology class.  Turns out he is a nice guy.  I always thought he was nice in high school. 

Maybe it’s not such a bad thing that high school never ends.

Go Herd.