The morning after I wrote a bit about our high school football team, I woke up freaking out due to a very common dream I have. There are sometimes different scenarios, but the core is always the same. I need to finish something for a class, otherwise I won’t officially graduate.
This time it was about college, and I’d say that’s the usual version. Occasionally it’s got something to do with high school, or one class specifically. It seems a lot of people have some version of this dream, and it makes no difference if you left school a minute ago or 20 years ago.
I’d venture a guess that this popped up for two reasons. 1) that night I wrote about high school to some extent; and 2) I’d been thinking about it a lot in general. A friend of mine has a stepdaughter who’s about to graduate, and she had posted on Facebook about her mixed emotions. Uncertainty about what to do next year, sadness at the prospect of missing her friends, and the odd strangeness that is the feeling that you’re going to miss people that you don’t even like, but at least you’re used to seeing them every day. I wanted to drop her a “you’re going to be okay” message, but it felt odd because it’s not like we’re super close and I don’t want to be one of those adults saying all those trite things.
That’s what blogs are for, right?
The truth is, that time and those people never completely leave you. You can go as far away as possible from where you grew up, but a smell, a song, a person on the subway who looks like your locker neighbor, and you’re right back there. I’ve kept in touch with a few people from the high school days (her stepmom for one), but some people who I spent tons of time with fell off almost immediately. Was that just because we were friends by proximity? “Hey, you’re here, let’s hang out?” Probably. Do I regret losing any of those friendships? Not really.
There are a few others who have dropped off over the years. There’s more contact with some than others. Time, family, distance, all those things got in the way, and some of those I can feel sad over. When I do get home, which is admittedly not often enough to keep up an in-person friendship, I try to reach out, but it doesn’t always come back. That can be hard, but life goes on.
And others, often people who I was not close with in any way, still hang around. Maybe it’s just seeing their name on social media, though I’ve gotten more selective there. Others pop up in those dreams, quite randomly most of the time. Those few people I’m still in touch with are not usually involved, often it’s people that I literally have not seen since the summer after we graduated. I don’t know why. But at least in my case, it goes to show that those people never really leave you.
There’s a reason that this is a popular genre in books or movies. You know the one… person leaves town never to return, only to A) get super-successful and return in a blaze of glory only to find themselves falling for that girl-next-door who’s still there or B) fall on their face and end up moving back home with their parents to go on a self-discovery trip by reconnecting with their roots. It’s because you can’t escape where you’re from. It’s always at least some part of who you are. I’ve been out of Wisconsin for nine years and I still say “bag” like a weirdo and get intense cravings for cheese curds that CANNOT BE SATISFIED. On a related note: I will be trying to schedule my next trip back for when the Cheese Curd Festival is on, because apparently that’s a thing.
The only way to avoid your life changing is to stay exactly where you are and do exactly the same thing you’ve been doing. Thankfully that’s not an option for someone leaving high school, but being punted out of the door in a funny hat with a motivational speech about following your dreams is not much of a directional. What to do next can be scary. And expensive, if you’re in the States. But a decision must be made.
There’s no one-size-fits-all answer to that decision. Should people go to college? Umm… sometimes? Or not now but later? Or go now because otherwise you’ll get sucked into the grind and never do it? Or join the military and they’ll pay for part of it but p.s. you might end up in a war zone? Should you go right to work? But in what job? Should you say fuckitall and join the traveling circus? Also, do those still exist?
Basically it doesn’t matter which way you go. Your life will march on, unless of course you get hit by a bus, and you will have to make decisions based on what comes your way. And no matter what, those damn people will still pop up in your dreams.
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Editor’s Note: This is part of a 31-day challenge series for the month of May, which will possibly now extend into June to compensate for the vacation gap, in which I aim to spend at least 15 minutes writing about whatever strikes my fancy. Results may vary.