Looking back with fresh eyes
Monday, October 07, 2019
In a fit of nostalgia, I was wandering around the Internet one day and came across the website of the Old Girls’ association of my school, 1962 - 1969. I asked to join it and was asked to confirm my request. Actually, my overall memories of school were kind of “meh” and I didn’t bother to confirm, but a few days later, I was made a member anyway.
Looking at the site and reading, I found that the members had many happy memories of school and close relationships with the teachers. They remembered all sorts of tiny details and I thought, “How on earth could they (bother to) remember all that?” They celebrated the 100th anniversary of the school recently, and there were only two years unrepresented, mine and one other. I wondered if the atmosphere may not have been good in my year. I remember girls saying they hated everything about the school, which even then I thought was unreasonable.
I reconnected with a girl I was slightly friendly with. I’d often wondered about her over the years because she was kind of angelic. I’d overheard teachers saying she’d had a very hard time but I didn’t know the details. She filled me in. She certainly was very strong. She wants to stay in touch and it would be nice to meet again.
I know my school gave me a good education and some of my best memories are of music - the orchestra and the choir. I posted a photo of the orchestra and it started a stream of chat. I was reminded by their remarks that I liked two of the teachers in the photo very much. I’m remembering all the good things about the school now. My "meh" memories may have been affected by the general atmosphere of my year, girl cliquiness, and probably by my becoming an introverted teenager after being an extroverted primary school kid.
It’s nice to look back on those seven years and think about the good things though. The lesson I take from this experience is to look back more kindly on the past. It may have been better than I thought.